Under a bunch of cloudy skies
The eyes of hate and the night of their eyes filled with wrath
The eyes that experienced the impossible
Looking for lost hope eyes
At another time, young eyes
Find something that is different from the tangled eyes of something
I look around the cave of dark pleasures.
Wriggle
Tucked in a fantasy of pleasure
Wobbly
Just like today and tomorrow does not exist
There is no courage to overcome fearful tomorrow.
We are all lonely
The desire to look back at someone
At any moment
On the streets where all these eyes are gone
The frozen sleet falls again.
As if in pleasure and sadness
Sadly and gladly