Lyric

Who planted roses in my eyes

Who hid a forest in my veins

The day pours a golden sadness

Time collapses in my pupils

Who traced a crack in the depths of my memory

Letting the waters of time seep in silently

Gathering the broken light in the dark night

Weaving an unknown celebration

The remains of the rose turn to ashes

Wandering in the wind, searching for lost roots

The shadows of the forest grow softly

Unknown names echo in my blood

Some whisper of fate, nowhere to hide

The day devours sun and moon, painting the world with a tender desolation

Standing on the edge of collapse

Burying the unspoken words in silence

Like seeds, silently rooting themselves in nothingness

Waiting for a spring that will never come

Who built a labyrinth in my bones

Making every backward glance touch another me

These unfinished kisses turn into bursts of light

Between falling and flying, burning the final passion

Like a lonely bird lost in the clouds

Seeking the eternal night in the infinite paleness

I reach out, touching the void

Hearing the lingering scent of the rose singing softly

The shadows of the forest gather

And time is a still river

Freezing all the past in a beautiful painting

Each brushstroke, each color

Are

Deep affections and unspoken farewells

Who planted roses in my eyes

Who hid a forest in my veins

The day pours a golden sadness

Time collapses in my pupils