Thousands of Miles Away

The eaves are like cliffs and the wind chimes are like the sea. I'm waiting for the return of the swallows. Time is arranged to act out an accident and you quietly walk away The story takes place outside the city where the thick fog cannot clear and the dialogue cannot be clearly seen. You can't tell that the wind doesn't exist, it's me who is sighing When I wake up from the dream, who is opening the ending on the window sill? The future is as thin as cicada wings and cannot withstand anyone's efforts to tear it apart. I send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white In the age of silence, perhaps love should not be too far away Will you still be there after I send you away from the end of the world? Where does the sound of the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait. Hearing the sound of tears, I went into the forest to look for white pear blossoms, only to find a line of moss. The sky is outside the mountains and the rain is falling on the flower bed. My temples are all gray. Hearing the sound of tears, I went into the forest to look for white pear blossoms, only to find a line of moss. The sky is outside the mountains, the rain falls on the flower terrace, I'm waiting for you to come A body of glazed white is covered with dust, your flawless love You came from the rain, poeticized sorrow, I'm getting wet now The shadows of fishing boats on the lotus water are still there but you are not coming back Covered by time, the flowers you mentioned bloomed and became blank in the past When I wake up from the dream, who is opening the ending on the window sill? The future is as thin as cicada wings and cannot withstand anyone's efforts to tear it apart. I send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white In the age of silence, perhaps love should not be too far away Will you still be there after I send you away from the end of the world? Where does the sound of the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime... I send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white In the age of silence, perhaps love should not be too far away Will you still be there after I send you away from the end of the world? Where does the sound of the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.