Retreat
Let it be, retreat. Citrus growing in black soil, rice irrigated in the desert. Projection. Narrow rented room and a gentle bed. Fight the torrent or go with the flow. I once stood there, yet became the torrent. Every drop of water strives to be first. Release a fish, let fate dominate it. This world has no savior. Retreat into your own shadows. If we hadn't met by the pond after the rain, how would today's mood be? In three or five years, will you still remember my name? Time is frightening; that's a quarter of our lives so far. Fish won't remember, people will remember. Carve my name on your bones. Whoever eats you will try to read it. So greedy.
Let it be Retreat Citrus growing in black soil Rice irrigated in the desert
Projection Narrow rented room and a gentle bed Fight the torrent or go with the flow I once stood there Yet became the torrent
Every drop of water strives to be first
Release a fish Let fate dominate it This world has no savior
Retreat into your own shadows If we hadn't met by the pond after the rain How would today's mood be
In three or five years, will you still remember my name? Time is frightening; that's a quarter of our lives so far Fish won't remember, people will remember
Carve my name on your bones Whoever eats you will try to read it
So greedy
没有中心，只有无尽的流动和再生。