歌词
("When did this ear disease even start?"
He searched for his earliest memories, but in vain. The city's gloomy weather, the reflections on curtain walls and the grey corridors in the hospital had besieged his remembrance, convincing him that those are everything in his world.
While the blurry trails of the drug spread out in his head, he cut loose of his reliance on his body. Strangely, it was after he stopped grasping for those senses that he rejoined the awareness of his own consciousness.
Presently, the lively visions of the dreams unroll before him like successive cinema scenes.)
Do you remember
The stream we used to trek
When the heats of summer
Still clung to our backs
In those times
When our shoes were oversized
We leaped nonetheless
Before the afternoon dies
We bounced over stones before knowing the flow
We grew more cautious once we grew old
We dwelled in the basin
Of this never ending creek
Old leaves bypassed us
Ran into a young ocean’s dream
They are the daughters
Of mountains and valleys
We are but visitors
Who refused to leave
Now I’ve seen it through
We are all the same
There is no name
There is no game
The storm will come
To set us free
And my love will save me
It’s now the time
For us to leave