Sometimes I feel that I’m losing my fragile soul
It’s disappearing in nowhere, taking away my sensible thoughts
And I drop out of my trivial reality
Looking for a particle of somebody’s charity
I feel dead, it will last for a long
The emptiness goes through my soul,
I’m a wanderer who’s searching for a dream
And my guide is just a moonbeam.
Sometimes I feel that I’m not myself but someone else
Try to find my reflection in the mirror misted over from breath
My thin nerves are exhausted like broken strings
Thank you, God, for such a life, give me your medicine!
I feel dead, it will last for a long
The emptiness goes through my soul,
I’m a wanderer who’s searching for a dream
And my guide is just a moonbeam.
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