The ancient forest weeps to the azure heavens,
As Nature's children struggle on drifting moments.
It is in the deterioration of life that we find truth,
And not only truth, but the answer; Unwanted...
For only liquid sorrow shall be born out of death,
Through these crystal tears we see anguish flourish.
Nowhere can we escape; yet in life,
Faced by will, we see bliss radiate.
The Azure heavens struggle; On drifting moments
We find truth, but the answer unwanted.
Out of death, we see anguish flourish,
Yet in life, we see bliss radiate.
