The Wait 歌詞

Remembrance, oblivion, fear and serenity find themselves on the same ground, in a strange ghatering of images: an old man is caught between the will to survive and the desire of leaving everything behind. Thinking about the past he realizes that his time is coming, greeting his life and the whole universe, so if he were actually conscious of the fact of having existed, and existing still: in a realm of violet twilight he smiles and unleashes all his thoughts, playing with the four fairies on his bed. Words can shape what I cannot touch and see No reason, no reason, no reason for you to erase lives. Nothing we have but this love hate, hate bled from privation With heart pregnant I can only create my soul.