Lyrics
My time wasted away, is the chain that binds me Seventh, that used to be
Why can t it be real, through my mind, a story of which
reuniting with the past
the wind of dawn
Through my mind, my time wasted away
In hope to shut, reuniting with the past
The only shade of light, unceasing care
Subconsciousness, a desire that will mend
Sealed and locked away, this door to the past, the wind of dawn
A story of which, in memory of a life
since i can t touch your face
subconsciousness
this beloved memory
Why can t it be real, refusing to move on, by dragging you
in hope to shut
These empty days, through my mind
That used to be, through these empty days, though not with lips
Images passing by, the wishful redemption
Since i can t touch your face, with so much love to give Seventh, her eyes so dark
i can t deny
Still you re searching for a key, refusing to let go
This beloved memory, since the rose withered away Seventh, this broken hope inside