just rambling....
How many sleepless nights that we've had will I count, until we reach
our destination?
How many lives have to be lost, until a conflict ends?
They're just helpless clowns that can only spin over history...
Like someone had said it once, the answer is hidden within the wind.
How many opposing faces need to be struck, until they stop pretending
like they didn't notice it?
How much pain must I endure, until a smiling face is freed?
If I am to be chained to the rusted chain again, I'd rather to run
away...
Like someone had said it once, the answer is hidden within the wind.
With that straining voice and those grasping hands, fate is definitely
waiting for the right time to change.
With the gentle power of tiny love, sadness is always waiting to be held
under by someone's arms.
The pitiful crooks who's rebuilding the puzzle of lies.
The foolish romanticists who skillfully conducts their clumsiness.
I have the feeling that a day when history won't tell anything will
come.
Like someone had said it once, the answer is hidden within the wind.
With that straining voice and those grasping hands, fate is definitely
waiting for the right time to change.
With the gentle power of tiny love, sadness is always waiting to be held
under someone's arms.