Even if I’m anxious, even if a desert,
It’s the beautiful Namib Desert.
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.
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).
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.
These words that are easily said towards me quickly becomes a wall,
Even loneliness turns into something you can see.
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.
It's alright to stop
You don’t need to run without knowing why.
It's alright to not have any dreams
If you have moments where you can feel happiness.
People say, there’s splendor in that bright light but my growing shadow swallows me and becomes a monster.
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