翎湘．烙影．閣

The Fairytale About Oblivion

Recognizing the thorns inside ,
Finding the ordinary thing beside.
Reaching the dark ,
And the unwanted part of our heart.
Rotten thoughts , we've got ,
Screwing up the plot.
But what's the matter if it's false,
if it's wrong , if it's not fair ?

Preserving the fame , isn't a game.
They aren't the same.
The dicta-coated illusion evolves ,
Falls down like a shooting star.
Surrender of the pasts ,
What will they be at last ?