I am singing – sing with me.
I am sleeping – sleep with me.
I am singing – sing with me.
I am sleeping – sleep with me.
Again.
I am singing – sing with me.
I am sleeping – sleep with me.
I am singing – sing with me.
I am sleeping – sleep with me.
We must slowly become equal once more.
Our motion is like that of a foetus…
A long time ago, there was nothing.
Though I think it’s too late to notice that now…
We searched, we touched, we laughed lots, and then we went.
We died, and we cried lots.
We searched, we touched, we laughed lots, and then we went.
We died, and we cried lots.
Perhaps equality is not enough.
But I’m okay with that.
A long time ago, there was nothing.
So I’m okay with that.
I cast the flames of my burning heart towards the night.
Can you see them from over there?
Just wait for me a little longer, a little longer…
Yes – that, which is more precious than anything else, is shining inside my hand…