The eyes decide the times continually.nTrust a bit tilted shape.nAs a result, it is destroyed in a long run.nnColor you saw slips through your hands.nThings you meant are the eyes that open the daily oaths.nSit on a transparent chair and proceed beyond thoughts.nTime of remorse passed in the waving sea.nnWarped time slices the sense of sight.nThe love of moving water becomes a burden.nThe voice of happiness echoes in the distance.nnThe actuality I saw goes through the void between my fingers.nThe sunlight we both see. A lucky charm on my neck.nA command seperates the individuals and becomes a god in the lone-world.nA figure moved in a windowpane. It's the whirlpool and a piece of life.nnIn a box of sound.nBurns the heart that fails.nAnd in my dream it shows,nThe immaterial actuality cracked in the sky.nnLife caught in the rain. A live emotion brushes the ashes off.nThe world we go as we shut up. We haul the savior's voice in as it talks.nnBack of the eyes lead you.nTo the eternal solitude.nA plucked feather decides.nA dying light, a dying light.