The brilliance of death is looming
blurry so that I can't see
Dust specks flying all over the window edge
The strings playing in the hand
The story is still unfolding
Like a person lost in an uninhabited forest
Singing a single with the loneliness of the night
Desire and emptiness behind time
The endless entanglement spreads
black night
Swallow the sun
The hoarse voice comes from the melody of heaven
Whose child
Sing every night
The angel turned back first but lost his wings