My Words, Your Words

Let me tell you a story
About a boy and a girl
Perhaps they believe in this formless thing
It's something that everyone's desire

The boy believed that
The spark and the light of it
Transcends any border and time

The girl believed that
The bonds and the time spent on it
Mesmerizes any wall and shadow

When the light turns red
What are you going to do?
When the light turns green
Shall we continue and move on?

To the endlessly growing future
The endlessly growing future
Where thoughts and dreams are intertwined

If you don't like the story
Maybe you will like the ending
If you don't like the ending
The choice is in your hands

Is it matter for you?
Either to walk on or move on

The chosen one who possess nothing
Remain unscattered until the very end
The world will soon finally meets its ending
This lonely universe was distorted without no one even knowing
The abyss was exposed and the time yearns for eternal sleep

The sky has finally closed its eyes until that day
When there are no more overwhelmed despair
The grace that we received by everlasting love
That guiding light that we followed unknowingly
Something we are longing for are cease to exist

When we exhale our last breath
Inside this imaginary decayed world
The disappearance of the symphony of this life
Portrayed deep within our eyes and our minds

If the nothingness is able to invade almost everything
How can we win and what will be left for us in the future?
Who will stand up for the sake of that hope?
Will you able to sing our melody?

We won't allow it to end like this, right?

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?

Between us and the sky
There is an invisible border
The green unripe apple is so solid
But tomorrow never knows

Those hanging fruits of yours
Appears to be something significant
Please, even if it hasn't ripe yet
Will you save it and keep it for me?

These vessel of ours
Being incapable to stay any longer
As we expect for it, crumbled down

Names and Numbers aren't necessary
Colors and Promises are fading away
Words and Sights are useless
What are we waiting for?

This frail shell of a thread will collapse
None of us is a cheap knock off
I wonder who is the Ariadne

Hold our breath
Close our eyes
Show us love

We don't need interpretation anymore