A keresés eredménye

The Blue Without Name

The fantasies that built up within loneliness
However I tried, unable to put them to words all along
Because of immaturity, they overflowed from these two small hands
Finally, they've filled up the canvas
 
Like it's welling up from the horizon
Like it's going along completely chilled cheeks
That warm colour becomes my voice
 
Imagination surpasses reality, and the heavily drooping clouds dispersed
If I could leave that view behind [for someone]
[a vivid colour]* that could even let my voice pierce the eye of an unknown person a thousand years from now -
A vivid colour, that is a colour still without name
 
The fantasies that built up within loneliness
Unable to even share them with someone
Even now, they're still squirming in the depths of my heart
What shall I call this feeling that bears no name?
 
So I don't forget
So I don't lose [it/them]
 
Like the spring that worries about tomorrow
Like the pulse that runs through this body
With that soft colour, I became me
 
The future I struck the pure white canvas with
Has become [my] life unnoticed, will become proof that I lived
[a vivid colour]* that could even overturn the foundations of someone's life a thousand years from now -
A vivid colour, breathtakingly beautiful
Surely, that would still be the blue without name
 

52Hz

How many times have I recalled love?
I felt weary as if I was deep in the sea. I was fed up with even pessimism
How many times have I look up to the sky?
The SOS in vain. I wanted to save my faults from the wind and wave
 
Vacant-eyed resignation blamed and confined me
I'm sinking down to the bottom of the heart
 
The suffocated life sang an elegy of bubbles
'I'm here'
Sang in wrong voice, it was a moment's Mayday
I swimmed with the solitude of snag on my back
 
The instinct has finally avoid the life
The sence of my skin is fading. No temperature is in the heart
How many times I look up to the sky?
The horison seems like a steel window. i can't reach the sunlite whatever I do
 
All seen thorough the surface of the sea is bent future
Left alone in the vague world
 
The suffocated life sang an elegy of bubbles
'I'm here'
Sung in wrong voice, it was a moment's Mayday
I swimmed with the solitude of snag on my back
 
I wanted someone to scoop the subconscious, isolated in the sea
However ridiculous I am, No matter how many times I make mistakes, I will try again and again
 
The requiem to leave a record of the life and being
'I'm here'
The vanishing heart sang. It was a moment's funerel bell
It vanished holding the solitude of snag
 

Stray Sheep

I remember I was a timid boy. In an ordinary writing class,
I couldn't write an essay, whose theme was 'My dream'
I still regret that I wrote only innocurous stuffs.
and couldn't express what I really dreamed of
 
'Dream is just a dream. So I have to awake someday.'
I want to go back to the days when we give up everything like this
 
Please don't erase my budding future. It's one and only
Please don't stop it. Though it's reckless, the life was weeping
I'm begging. Can't you understand? I don't want to wait for solitude
I want to save straying ourselves from that days. I want to embrace them.
 
'To become an adult is to abandon many things.'
I kept on telling myself, but I was sick of myself at the same time.
 
I've been concerned about how to run away all along, and yet I'm greedy somehow
Though there's nothing to get, I've lost many things. It seems nothing is left in me
 
Dream is just a dream. Once you awake, all is up to you
If you don't have the time to look beck, you don't have the reason to stop
 
Please don't erase my budding future. It's one and only
Please don't stop it. Though it's reckless, the life was weeping
I'm begging. Can't you understand? I don't want to wait for solitude
I want to save straying ourselves from that days. I want to embrace them.
I just want to revenge!
 
So what if you don't have a talent? Such a stuff doesn't matter at all
What is Important is our own voices