Death. Actually it's not the endof a life which cannot be told;you and me, across the look,realize the meaning of our soul.Heavy flesh like a chain,empty spirit like a ghost,common love common pain,every choice has a cost.Dream. Supposed to be life,should we play that game again?Fake pursuits and cruel dramas,please leave and let me rest!But farewell has not a meaning,because blade is a mother's hand,rising your mind while you're sleepingon a stage you can only pretend...
XLII Piuma - Song for Spike
Death. Actually it's not the endof a life which cannot be told;you and me, across the look,realize the meaning of our soul.Heavy flesh like a chain,empty spirit like a ghost,common love common pain,every choice has a cost.Dream. Supposed to be life,should we play that game again?Fake pursuits and cruel dramas,please leave and let me rest!But farewell has not a meaning,because blade is a mother's hand,rising your mind while you're sleepingon a stage you can only pretend...