Lyric

The garment of the old tree hosts a sigh of crimson

A golden rain scatters onto the lapis lazuli ceiling

Transparent hands carry a secret

Weaving a moment's shimmer onto the earth

Fragments of a fragile dream slip through the palm

Past phantoms graze the heart

The brocade of the universe dyes the memory

Time drops burning tears

Countless lives sing the continuation of the end

To an unknown shore, the soul departs on a journey

The lingering glow sways in the dusk corridor

I listen to the pulse of silence that time carves

Clutching the covenant of days gone by to my chest

A voice asks a question to the slumbering scenery

Fragments of a fragile dream slip through the palm

Past phantoms graze the heart

The brocade of the universe dyes the memory

Time drops burning tears

Countless lives sing the continuation of the end

To an unknown shore, the soul departs on a journey

When the end of colors is clad in lamentation

The earth quietly spins a secret

If one knows the principle of the circulating stars

Even what is lost holds the spark of dawn

The brocade of the universe dyes the memory

Time drops burning tears

Countless lives sing the continuation of the end

To an unknown shore, the soul departs on a journey

Oh, burning brocade, eternal illusion

The residual sound of a dream silently fading away