I wish I could keep the feelings of when we first met as a token of gratitudeI wish I could take it out from time to time, eat it, and replenish itI can't pretend not to noticeIt's been free to walk awayI can't do it anymore, I'm at my limitThere's nothing more to say other than a gentle lieBut those fingers, ahThe night's silence, the cold wind, the heavy air, the invisible starsI can hear them from somewhere, the knock-downI wash my hair, but I can't eat it, the type of anxietyWith my half-torn little finger, the hope of todayI wish I could have a supplement to endure the goodbyeI want to balance my half-torn heart and bodyI can't pretend not to noticeIt's been free to walk awayI can't do it anymore, I'm at my limitThere's nothing more to say other than a gentle lieBut those fingers, ahThe night's silence, the cold wind, the invisible starsI can hear them from somewhere, the knock-downI can feel it even when I bite my lipsThe sound melts and disappearsIt's a dream as cold as a glassAhThe night's silence, the cold wind, the heavy air, the invisible starsI can hear them from somewhere, the knock-downWhen I reach out my hand for eternity, I can see the bonesThe will to fall asleep, the ambiguous paradise of my parentsThe night's silence, the cold wind, the invisible starsAhThe night's silence, the cold wind, the heavy air, the invisible starsCan you hear me, Doctor?The night's color, the torn wings, the rainbow, the twinkling starsCan you hear me, Doctor?The night's color, the torn wings, the rainbow, the twinkling stars