Music Video: https://youtube.com/watch?v=RWF2qIGPnN0&t=17s

help, this song is a prayer, please transmit it everywhere,
help, i flew too high, stranded where the stars don’t shine,
please hold my hand, i did it again,

i can't keep losing myself looking for you,
time passes over my head since i've been without you,
i'm tired of chasing the sun, what youth can i rescue?
i'm tired of chasing the sun, what youth can i rescue?

had you known your story's end would be in sight,
what memories would you change?
what words would you rewrite?

our youthful suns have set,
yet orchards grow anew,
rooted to the hallowed streets,
where yesterday’s grew,
say goodbye to sweet perfection,
you and I have reached the end.

End of the Constellation

my heart's in a foreign field,
where light is lost and love's concealed,
where flowers grow no more,
up in this field where I lay,
where clouds are dark and filled with rain,
memories of sun to keep me warm,
in this place where lands collide,
i catch a glimpse with battered eyes,
a sight that’s seen the light of day,
i see a girl with pretty skin,
flowers sprout with her every spin,
as she dances through the field of gray,
autumn eyes and autumn hair,
a heaven send from a long lost prayer,
her sunshine smile lighting my way,
the clouds they part and up above,
a sky so dark but full of stars,
and underneath the moonlight we lay,
and to my soul you do amend,
that constellations never end,
so please darling won't you stay,

Kikuchi

we in order to form a more perfect union will bind our souls to domestic tranquility,
with kids and a dog, and white picket fences that hide our fears of dying alone,

we will jump, eyes closed, off from the alter, or roof, or bridge,
it just doesn't matter, they're all the same when you don't know where you're going,

we, amorphic in wind, fill all the corners, spreading us thin of reason, conviction, are we insane?
balance, restraint, crumble and crash, start again.

Declaration of Dependence

midway upon life’s journey,
a man whose heart grown cold,
was visited by death one night and there he was told:
“you waste away your days and yet you live in constant fear,
that judgement day is coming and that day grows ever near,
you live without a purpose; in your comfort life’s a waste,
give me reason not to take you; I’ll give you seven days..."

now he woke with quite a fright for the vision he had seen,
he counted up his blessings he was sure it was no dream,
but when he came around he thought he might be crazed,
the place where he was standing was the house where he was raised,

and the floor beneath his feet creaks with every careful tread,
through the halls of distant memories he cherished in his head,
these memories are like string around the finger of his mind,
reminders of the moments that now belong to time,

it was then that he saw them – waiting dead ahead,
his heart flutters with joy in every word that is said,
everything was good and everything was right,
inside that one moment he lived out his life

인생은 그림처럼 시작과 끝이 없다
each moment a stroke which blends into one

Opiela