Looking for the lost heart
Lying somewhere in Black Jacket Town.
Crawling through the gardens,
Loitering on the street right to your luck.
The road from desperation
Leads up to the peak of tension now.
The view is getting narrow,
Hopes are doped and mind’s cut by the greed.
I always choose the bunch’s fatal rose,
My heart is pierced by thorns, that’s an overdose
On Observation Eve..
Staring at the North Star
Confusing my direction miles away.
Cygnus makes me cry for
Flying over barriers in the night.
Climbing up insane heights,
Pushed by any sights I get these days.
Drifting to be wrecked up,
Remaining in this state till another date.
I always choose the bunch’s fatal rose,
My heart is pierced by thorns, that’s an overdose
On Observation Eve...