like once upon a time
like a playful child
like both dream and real
ways are away, voices are trap
the world is three-days-forbidden
wish eyes could tell and we never speak
tongues were offended, we are still playful
there is neither her tiny hands
nor her cuddling and warming arms
the ways of love don't finish by going
ways were offended, we are still playful
life is awaking from a nice dream
or falling to a dream
(life is) always believing in eternity
but in the end, ,( life is) being left half finished
love is like the seas that can't be passed over
like the clue we lost
like the silent stars in the dark
burning and burning out once more