Nostalgia 歌词

Retorical lack of silence Dripping faces, places and movements Distortion of what isn’t there Reflection of moving traces Fractional vivid language Waterfall of massless liquid Reinforce my chaotic present Flowing through the Lethe stream Anger, happiness, joy and sadness Falling upon roses of nether feelings Thorns around our guardless shape Resting among silk waves of red Hour-hand pieces pushing me forward Not in my back, in my chest Minute-hand pieces closing my side Folding my arms, sealing resistance Second-hand pieces lifting me towards The unstoppable now perception “Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore.” Hour-hand pieces pushing me forward Not in my back, in my chest Minute-hand pieces closing my side Folding my arms, sealing resistance Second-hand pieces lifting me towards The unstoppable now perception Causing blur within fragile remains Those I cannot have more than falsely But I want them more than this pathway Ressentment of chosing wrongness Or maybe want better stuckness “Stat sua cuique dies, breve et irreparabile tempos omnibus est vitae”