Lyric

Yeah

Pages turning, time breathing

Blood in motion, no deceiving

Words don’t die

They circulate

On the scale of proportional law

I tried to weigh a heart — it slipped the core

Every deal signed, every bond I tie

Truth and lies dissolve into twilight

Gemeinschaft dreams, a shared design

But love thins out the longer the line

Still, in your dark where feelings hide

A minor light keeps reaching outside

Kei keeps spinning, round and round

Even the Kegon world fades into sound

Heroes stumble, legends blur

One soft demon makes reason slur

Lazy heavens drip their sweet disguise

Tuṣita dreams where awareness lies

Freedom acts born from chosen cause

Still some nights break unseen laws

The Song of Yao taps my ear:

“Peace still works when the path is clear”

Gestalt fractures, vision slows

But the bloodstream never says no

Kei keeps breathing — cosmic pace

Emptiness dressed in time and space

Letters line up, form a sign

Sense keeps shifting with the state of mind

A word-born hero walks the wire

Sometimes clean, sometimes fueled by fire

Art stays longer than flesh can last

Still I write — resisting fast

Crossing kei, page by page

Walking language, staying staged

When the body’s right, the spirit runs

When the pulse is true, the will comes back again

Crossing kei, round and round

Never silencing this sound

Turn the page — not once, but more

This path keeps breathing while I draw breath

Yeah

Blood keeps moving

Words keep moving

No finale

An Artistic Kalpa — still unfolding