歌词
(He saw the old man standing alone in the openness by the end of the stairway. He couldn't see the old man's face but somehow found his silhouette familiar. The arch of the tangerine sky was permeated with the dark brown beams of dusk. Winds arrived along with the warmth, slipped through their hairs and rendered the old man's beard and his trench coat swinging gently.
Unlike the first time they met at the entrance of the hospital, the ambivalent countenance has vanished from the old man. So did the flare of insanity. The old man now stared at his with fixation of clearness, making him thought the old man was merely appreciating the scenery behind him. For another instant, he thought the old man was gazing at his innermost consciousness, stripped of any disguise.
In this bizarre standstill, the sounds arose. )
Turn around while you’re young
Before you can’t even tell what you’ve become
Stuck in the desolation of life
Something’s missing
Nothing’s easy
It feels like you’ve lost your key
You just don’t know where to be and how to break free
Oh, perhaps in your dream
Your dream…
Now even dream seems to be…
Have you ever wondered why you’re here?
Have you ever wondered why you ought to stay?
Do you ever, ever regret?
Do you know enough about your life?
Do you have a reason? Trying to stay alive?
Can you ever, ever answer why? Why?
Will you turn your head when tide ascends?
You float you choke but it won't end.
Will you keep on keep on believing?
All the things encountered
All the things you thought would hurt
These are signs for you to strive, to rise
The unnamed, unsaid, unexpressed
Unveil the false faith
What they’ve said will all fade in a blast
What you’re afraid of
Are the wrecks of your own past
You are always free