UP
THE BRAMBLES
Every ant has its own features~~Does that make it
beautiful?~~Or does it lack something small?~~What
does it matter?~~Everyone will start crying when
sad;~~And start eating when hungry~~Theres not a
big difference~~What excitement is there?~~Its got
too much mysteriousness to it~~And too little
logic;~~Too many games~~Only for the sake of
curiosity~~What is left to be worthy
of?~~Hysteria~~Have great interest in
everything~~Every single idol is just
nothing~~Every idol that was once worshipped,
~~Disappear one by one~~Whoever that once
sinned~~And is God~~We are waiting for some sort
of miracle~~At the end, there is only oneself
left~~Cant bear to pay attention to every single
detail~~At the end I face myself~~But still cant
be looked up to~~Who can give me the whole world?
Moon
at the time
At that time we were listening to music~~Good that
I forgot who was singing it~~Who was singing
it~~At that time there was a cup of tea on the
table~~Good that I didnt finish drinking it
all~~Drinking it all~~Who can tell me~~How strong
I must be~~In order to remember and not forget~~If
we still remained at that time~~How long would
your hair be~~How long would it be~~If, at that
time there was no farewell~~Would that door have
become a wall~~What difference is there?~~Anything
that breathes~~Should be able to remain by my
side~~(Turn back) The moon at that time~~Whos
heart did it used to represent~~At the end, its
still the same~~Look at the moon at that time~~At
the space of a night~~Its turned into todays
sun~~Who can tell me~~Which religion can allow
people to remember and not forget~~If, at that
time there was nothing~~If, at that time I had
something~~What difference would it make
Hypnotise
The first taste of a cake~~The first toy to bring
consolation~~Sunrise~~Sunset~~The ice-cream
cries~The second taste of the cake~~The second toy
to bring consolation~~The great wind blows~~The
great wind blows~~The popping of popcorn is
beautiful~~From beginning to end~~Who did I
forget~~Who did I remember~~From beginning to
end~~Recount~~Recount~~Is there any loss~~Laa....~~The
first time to kiss someone elses lips~~The first
time to drink medicine sue to ill-health~~Sunrise~~Sunset~~The
ice-cream cries~~The second time to kiss someone
elses lips~~The second time to drink medicine due
to ill-health~~The great wind blows~~The great
wind blows~~The popping of popcorn is
beautiful~~Suddenly its a clear sky~~Suddenly the
sky turns dark~~All things that are similar~~Fly
far away~~1,2,3 years old~~4,5,6 years old~~To an
eternal age
Only
love strangers
Ive fallen in love with a scar~~Ive fallen in love
with a lamp~~I love listening to the ticking of
the seconds~~I dont love any other rumours~~What I
love is more purer than facial expressions~~And is
more naïve than things~~When, all I need is a
kiss~~Then just give me a kiss~~I only love
strangers~~I only love strangers~~Ive fallen in
love with some person~~I love a certain type of
body temperature~~I love to see a certain eye
expression~~I dont love any other possibilities~~I
only love strangers~~I only love strangers
Century
of Loneliness
I borrow you heart to take care of it~~Yet its
turned into my hearts most feared~~Who do you
belong to~~By chance, I pass by~~But I bring with
me uproar~~All because on the way, on the
way~~Rain poured down heavily~~Only proves that
youve been here before~~But, when I closed my
eyes~~And opened them again~~I could only see a
desert~~Where are the camels~~Is the shadow of a
real person or not~~It doesnt really matter~~A
hundred years ago, You were not you; I was not
me~~Sadness was real; Tears were not~~At first
there was no real outcome~~In a hundred years
time; theres neither you or me~~The wind belongs
to the sky~~I borrow it to have a blow~~But,
instead, blew up upheaval~~Who does the sky belong
to~~I borrow it to admire~~But, instead, saw your
silhouette
Butterfly
Mouth has not yet opened~~But, already we are
hurting each other~~Date has not been arranged
yet~~So I dont want to anticipate~~Telephone has
not been hung up yet~~But feelings have already
died out~~I wish you were a butterfly~~You come
and go quickly~~Give me a pair of hands to depend
on~~Give me a pair of eyes to see you leave~~Just
like the butterfly cant fly across the ocean~~No-one
bears to blame it~~Give me an instant to love
you~~Give me a lifetime to send you away~~Cant
wait till morning~~To wake from a beautiful
dream~~We are both free~~Memories have not yet
turned black and white~~But already, I have left
it~~Promises have not been spoken yet~~But
relationships are no longer there~~Tears have not
fallen down yet~~But I have already forgotten to
think~~Just like the tender loving care of a bowl
of hot soup~~Cant be taken everywhere
Passing
cloud
Suddenly I met an experience which I could
describe myself with~~It doesnt hurt anyone~~But
its enough to explain~~That is from thinking about
all types of ways~~Knowing that its an unsolveable
thing~~Or is it really that~~We already dont need
the times when we relied on each other~~Passing
clouds~~Seems like every cloud is an apology from
you~~Dont say goodbye~~We dont have any rights or
needs anymore to see each other~~Passing
clouds~~Tears are no longer what falls down when
one is sad~~Dont say goodbye~~Its that which makes
love dangerous
Watch
the fields
Wind, blows across the wheat fields~~Fields have
to be harvested eventually~~Could be that it is
left in my body~~Heart, bruised by you~~Like
picking up jewels from the yellow sands~~It might
make me shine through~~With you its like a star
with the clouds; a rise and fall~~Both so
different to each other~~Yet its more beautiful
than harmful~~With you its like the wind and the
dust; ~~not the same but travelling the same
way~~Often being together with the sky and
ground~~Afraid that theres no chance to love each
other again~~Come with hands empty; leave,
waving~~Over the mountains and waters~~Who is
inside the waters, no need to leave together~~Come
with memorable hearts; leave with assured
hearts~~Who have I truly loved~~A day is like a
year~~Water, evaporates to become clouds~~The
discarded rain~~Comes from your sweat~~Hand,
passes the cheek~~The kiss that others give
you~~May very well be left in my palm
Postman
Until the gentle snowflakes fall down~~Into the
deep seas~~I first thought about leaving~~Even
when both my feet could not move~~Until you said
you would never return~~Until I said "good!"~~I
took off the burden of your love~~And I might even
believe in love~~You are a dune of snow~~And I am
the long street~~Im afraid that when the sun
rises, we have to part~~I watch as the butterfly
struggles to cross the heavens~~Who has the right
not to understand~~(Can only blame that time
passes too quickly)~~You are a letter~~I am the
postman~~I even trudge through the snow~~With my
last steps~~Im too busy trying to send this
letter~~That I dont have to time to open it
up~~And discover the beautiful world inside~~I
misread the hotel sign~~And take the wrong street
turn~~Want to keep the parcel warm~~How could I
just leave it anywhere~~It contains neither yours
or mines strumming~~But it does contain the
strumming end~~Yellow leaves will fly far away
from this fate~~In the end we can but say our
goodbyes
