Lyric

It's a hassle to go back the way I came

It is your disease that is obvious

I barely ran

À mon seul désir

Crime and punishment

So close eternity

A crossroads of fucking life

Nothing hope can stay alive

Under the cosmic tree

If you weep for me

Trying to steer my dying soul

(...A beast of possibility)

Inside the white line

On your hearing side

Could I go to where you are?

Season

Solemnly

Oh you, Solemnly

Noble Goodbye

Season

Because of you

I want you to be the same