The music doth pulse
With a mind of its own...

Life is now a game
And the people merely cars...

From the ancient language of
Romance springs a new hope of life...

Nothing comes from the
Oblivion which sucks us all...

Loosing sight of the real world in
Your eyes, those beautiful...

Among a vast world that
Makes a person see...

I think I'll wander somewhere,
Somewhere close, but far...

A high note a low note
Singing every line in key...

A moonlit rooftop
The corner at night...