Oeuvre Posthume 歌词

I'm looking... This is a another day I'm gazing into eyes of death At least she knows the aim of the existence She is the beginning she is the end So real superior to my thoughts and feelings They appear to be so dark and mysterious... I can look at the skies But I'll never touch my stars I succumb, I fight I build and destroy I raise my soul and fall From the sky to the stars... I know the stars which I haven't got the glare Because the cosmic glare is the glare for them (A gift from god) I know the stars which I haven't god the glare Why then it's so painful looking at them? Although deprived of light they don't understand the dark I am a ship drifting in the desert spaces ...And I'm looking