I can't revoke my words
I can't rewrite what I've written
I can't replay what I've played
I can't go back again
If my tears flowing, they don't stop
If it's my heart that gushes and loves, it doesn't stop
My memories which are known as friend, don't call me
Life has never been a feast
Or
Our breathing once was a feast
Or
A hope was what kept humanity alive
Got my reed on my hand
When the level of brook passes over me again
Maybe again
You'll come across me
We'll see
When stand and look eye to eye
What we are, where we are
We don't know
For now...