Too much of the past for one to memorize，Too many words remained for one to read through the lines，The ebb and flow of the crowd floods the world and paradise，Along the path of time，Every night brings a dream but the day, relentlessly, keeps me awake，All the rest will be torn up whenever a choice is made，Every living soul in the fray striving for their own safe place，Life is too long to end at a grave，Just a drop of water suffices，Encompassed and swallowed through space by the universe，Back to the source，Gone are those years living for a reason，Here it comes the moment of the scene of lost and found，Personas played out on the stage，will return to the self when there's a curtain call，Every night brings a dream but the day, relentlessly, keeps me awake，