가사 좌표
EN원문 가사
번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
No one lives his life
For no one lives his life
Disguised since childhood,
haphazardly assembled
from voices and fears and little pleasures,
We come of age as masks.
Our true face never speaks.
Somewhere there must be storehouses
where all these lives are laid away
like suits of armor or old carriages
or clothes hanging limply on the walls.
Maybe all paths lead there,
to the repository of unlived things.
