Good Song Share - Tomb Robbery Notes: Ten Years of Humanity

Light, whose candle illuminates the maze set by time? Light, shifting the positions of brightness and dark, flowing wantonly. See, where someone stood, the chessboard is already riddled with holes. See, the truest and falsest appearances before your eyes, what does it matter if they're false? Carrying a fervent, stubborn heart, heading towards the most forgiving execution ground. Cracked and shattered, all echo hollowly. In the end, I find myself grateful for the sunset still remaining on my body. No time to tell, how turbulent the story is. There are the most rugged peaks that fulfilled your and my wildness. The clear moonlight and full moon on the sea, filling the cup with light. There are the most aloof snow mountains that quietly listened to your and my chanting. The scenes the world envies are nothing more than ordinary. Light can find the arduous path, and can also illuminate the smooth path ahead. Light, filling the dilapidated world, without needing to be measured. See, the impermanence you calculated, and the hesitation when you arrived. See, eventually, courage arises to stand alone against the absurdity of the world. Carrying a fervent, stubborn heart, heading towards the most forgiving execution ground. Cracked and shattered, all echo hollowly. In the end, I find myself grateful for the sunset still remaining on my body. No time to tell, how turbulent the story is. There are the most rugged peaks that fulfilled your and my wildness. The clear moonlight and full moon on the sea, filling the cup with light. There are the most aloof snow mountains that quietly listened to your and my chanting. The scenes the world envies are nothing more than ordinary. There are the most rugged peaks that fulfilled your and my wildness. The clear moonlight and full moon on the sea, filling the cup with light. There are the most broken scrolls that recorded the long passage of time. An accidentally picked-up tile counts the chill. There are the most aloof snow mountains that quietly listened to your and my chanting. The scenes the world envies are nothing more than ordinary. There are the most slender characters, already yellowed with memory. And I, once again, lay the foundation for the next chapter.