Burning the windows
The vermilion of the setting sun is on my chest
Engulfing my heart...
And making it sparkle like a ruby...
This course is like a never-ending dream
Continuing to anywhere, resetting to intoxication
To the west, to the east
To the north, to the south
I'm living alone on these long days...
What I'm searching for
Is a thing I cannot grasp with these fingers...
Soaking the floors
The blue of the moonlight is on my skin
As a crawling tiger beetle...
Falls ill with a noble rot disease...
I have the map that interweaves hope and despair
With the tips of broken crystal fragments
To the sky, to the mountains and rivers
To the sea, to the desert
I'm walking alone on these long days...
What I'm searching for
Is a place these feet cannot step onto...
The vermilion of the setting sun is on my chest
Engulfing my heart...
And making it sparkle like a ruby...
This course is like a never-ending dream
Continuing to anywhere, resetting to intoxication
To the west, to the east
To the north, to the south
I'm living alone on these long days...
What I'm searching for
Is a thing I cannot grasp with these fingers...
Soaking the floors
The blue of the moonlight is on my skin
As a crawling tiger beetle...
Falls ill with a noble rot disease...
I have the map that interweaves hope and despair
With the tips of broken crystal fragments
To the sky, to the mountains and rivers
To the sea, to the desert
I'm walking alone on these long days...
What I'm searching for
Is a place these feet cannot step onto...