Who does this desert belong to? The night was silent
Reluctant to speak, whose fame is this? Darkly silent
Reluctant to argue, who does this mist belong to?
Bruised wind, reluctant to get hurt Because of hope and everything beyond
Hope will only slowly fall apart Is lost in us four
Dance with a mind that refuses to be empty In fact, it's getting worse
Maybe you should just feel enough So as not to oversimplify
Measure how strong it is and how sticky it is sincerely
Hopefully it won't be until the end Of the day when we are too exhausted
And want long rest Who does this desert belong to?
The night was silent Reluctant to speak, whose fame is this?
Darkly silent Reluctant to argue, who does this mist belong to?
Bruised wind, reluctant to get hurt Because of hope and everything beyond
Hope will only slowly fall apart Is lost in us four
Dance with a mind that refuses to be empty In fact, it's getting worse
Maybe you should just feel enough So as not to oversimplify
Measure how strong it is and how sticky it is sincerely
Hopefully it won't be until the end Of the day when we are too exhausted
And want long rest Who does this desert belong to?
The night was silent Reluctant to speak, whose fame is this?
Darkly silent Reluctant to argue, who does this mist belong to?
Bruised wind, reluctant to get hurt Because of hope and everything beyond
Hope will only slowly fall apart Is lost in us four
Dance with a mind that refuses to be empty In fact, it's getting worse
Maybe