Porcelain

I wonder how

this whole story is not an illusion

where we say goodbye

The scene is now

we look straight out into the ocean

with no need to cry

And when time strikes again

they'll be waiting

for the next crime

And it's hard to run

into the open wild and the ocean

without saying goodbye

Here and now..

here and now..

here and now..

And when time strikes again

they'll be waiting

for the next fight

I'll be free from the lion's den

For the awakening

after a thousand nights