Sigh on a frozen dream.
without you,
I walk on a colorless road.

Blurred city lights, a lonely cross on my back.
without you, Let me listen your voice.

In a deep journey, Everyone
with joy and sadness
drew distorted self-portrait,
While threw it away and hugged it.
In magic and trick,
We’re travelers who are selected and select.

The night I cry in the silence. It’s okay to have such a night.
Feeling excite and screaming is not the only answer.
My heart is shaken and covered with absurdity.
Let’s sing the same poem and walk in the imperfect eternity.

We don’t have enough paint,
A world to lend and borrow it.
without you, For It’s mixed scenery.
I want to find your fading color.
without you, Let me hear your voice.

Treasure only the days when it was shining,
You compliment what you lost.
And you lament the cards lost in your hand.
It’s too early to throw it out.
Inertia and hopeless,
We’re travelers walking while struggle.

In the living in the silence,
You were like a single flower.
The edge of the night that I want to die and in the incomplete eternity.
Let’s spell the same poem and walk.

Beyond the white and freezing nights.
It wasn’t a mistake that I have survived.
The your black eyes are asking me.
Let’s walk while wearing same blood.

The night I cry in the silence. It’s okay to have such a night.
Feeling excite and screaming is not the only answer.
My heart is shaken and covered with absurdity.
Let’s sing the same poem and walk in the imperfect eternity.