My Words, Your Words

Even if we turn pale
Nothing will happen
We can't continue
To live in traditional way

The world is rolling around
Even faster than before
That we might not even feel
The rotation around us

We can't pull back
We have gone too far
I really wish I can pretend
Not to understand

Can you feel the acceleration?
Increased again and again
We persistently go along this path
To the end of the world

I turned over the small hourglass
With my hand many times
The whereabouts of this tale
Should just be inside the box of dreams

The sky of tragedies
The dreaming wilderness
Can we go back
To the way we used to be?