There is no light here.
Only artifical lights are shining.
Though I know i'm only darkness;
I still sing, I still sing, I still sing.
The only thing I fear is myself.

I don't know if anyone's here.
But isn't it me who wanted no-one?
Again, I shut out the sun.
Again I run, Again I run, Again I run.
(But still I sing until my life is done.

My eyes are still so empty without hopes.
But I still see, So there's nothing wrong with me.
Dreams fill my cup of emptiness.
But in the end they'll all die anyways.
What else can I be?

I still have nothing new to say.
Why don't you ask me another day?
I try to imagine i'm actually living with reason.
It's like an endless winter season.

But I don't cry yet, I'm still breathing.
There's too much things I search for today.
Again I retreat, I retreat, Again I feel defeat.


My hands have become claws and words knives.
As they still claim those lives.
I still don't know who I am yet, And there's still snow here.
What did I ever hold dear?
I'm still singing, Don't you hear, Don't you hear?

Ah, Ah...
If every word I said had meaning, Life might be boring.
It seems the ghost is still snoring.
And I still sing, I still sing, I still sing to nothing.

Like i've learned countless times before...
Though it's endless snow there's one thing I know...
I can still let myself leave this place, Run, Go!
And i'll be btter before you all know.
Please, Just wait for me, For now...

This is the story of a simple person stuck in disortion.
This is the reason I broke that contortion.
This is the new me as I speak with sadness gone.
As long as you hear me as I am now I know.
I can escape this endless blurring snow.