Ocean. Desert. The world.
Everything is the same thing
But different name.
I see ocean.
I see desert.
I see the world.
Everything is the same thing
But different name.
It's life again.
At last I grabbed the mirage and it became reality,
The desert I was once afraid of became that sea by our blood, sweat and tears,
But what are these fears among all the happiness,
We all know too well this place was originally a desert.
The mirage of the desert, I can see its shape but I couldn't grab it,
I pray that I will survive in this endless desert,
I pray that it is not the reality.
I don’t want to cry.
I don’t want to rest.
(No, how about resting just for a little bit?
No, no, no)
I don’t want to lose.
It was originally a desert.
(Then let them know everything.
We have to achieve more).
Все ангелы, знающие боль, летающие на поврежденных крыльях сквозь ночь.
Каждый раз, когда я думаю о любви, каждый раз, когда я думаю о любви,
Я не хочу слушать веселые песни, я буду стоять перед мои одиночество, окрашивая свою жизнь.
Теряю и получаю взамен, но я все еще ищу что-то.
People say, there’s splendor in that bright light but my growing shadow swallows me and becomes a monster.
We must believe only in ourselves,
Can't let go of each other’s hands
We need to be together forever.
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