Disappearing voice, quiet night
The resounding silence and the smell of the street
In this place, this moment
Now I share it with you.
Many ideas
From the day it was called God.
Change shape bit by bit.
This road is here, too
Crossing the gap of time
Such an ordinary day goes by.
We will grow old.
But this planet is always beautiful.
Open the door and change history.
Today is also engraved with a page.
The ruins where we lived.
Even if it's worthless.
Crossing the gap of time
Such an ordinary day goes by.
We will grow old.
But here we are.
Weave the language that wraps everything.
Looking for that philosophy
Look at your blue days
Crossing the gap of time
Such an ordinary day goes by.
We are corrupt together.
Always on this planet
Time flies by.
What you can't say will increase again.
But it won't wither and miss
trying to put out a blazing cartload of faggots with a cup of water—utterly inadequate measure
Can't control it in the palm of a small hand
Through so many days
We will grow old.
But this planet is always beautiful.