Marks
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Memories filled with question marks, truncated ways
Chaos of flashes from the past, checkered lights and shades
Floating spirits that will not go and will not grow
Sinking dust that will not reply and will not comply
Restless marks of life and death, a decade flew by
What about marking a fullstop, let it transit
Dreams and bitter obsessions from the past, getting tiring
No forgetting and no heaviness from indignation
Serenely hold up the head, be astounded at the changes around
Perhaps someday, tears will be in the laughter
* Burgeoning grass will not seek solace in falling leaves
Slumbering together in fierce winter is for a greener dawn in spring
Like the mark of sorrow buried long ago in my mind
It will weather to forward a rebellious life
Perhaps there are marks in the streets, giving signs
Burgeoning grass under the wall, dancing steps of those days
The setting sun and the crimson hues, ...
... rising and falling, changing embodiments
Chasing after the street lamps, lights and shades go wild again
Young lives love the brightness and fear not getting lost
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Young lives have their own implicit marks, ...
... sequeling the dancing steps
Old marks from the past, new angers
Wandering in the flamboyant vanities, ...
... mocking at the ostentation of the millennium
Falling for the crumbling walls deeply cracked by tribulations
Youthful and ridiculous lives themselves will shock
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