The value of an existence with healed wounds
Turns into something worn out and worthless
Now, I'm able to show my weakness to someone
Hear about my past and stay at my side
Hey, I want to meet you
The beautiful flowers
The overflowing faint dreams
They embrace my wavering life
And now rise into the air
Light ... take a ride on the wind,
Reach the place where you are
My voice, set off to the dead world and reach
Ah ... I want to meet you
I draw in the sins and the mistakes
The spider web that connects the future
It's just leaving, returning and repeating again
In front of the pale light that seems to disappear
I want to meet you and hear your voice
You seem to breathe upon me ... stop it
Ah ... I want to meet you
I draw in the sins and the mistakes
The spider web that connects the future
My thoughts, carried by the wind
What the wind blows out after my faint dreams
Is the worth of the cured existence
I just stare at my thoughts that won't go away
And the lights keeps flickering...