My Operaa dark dot, beautiful blur~
Friday, April 7, 2006 1:17:07 PM
A cup of coffee, cigarettes, a stupefied face
sitting on the table, facing the window
Splendid outside, no matter sunset, sunrise
stays in the spring, a season of hope;
Gloomy inside, no matter daylight, lnighttime
stays in the winter, a season of despair.
First, a dot
small but dark
Dark enough to grow up
in the continuous coffee, cigarettes, miss-you thoughts
Dilating, just keeps dilating
Dot, ring, circle, net
Then a house
A house that you hide yourself in; no others
Blur, the only treasure in the house
It’s beautiful enough
The immense darkness, endless highway,
Deep deep corridor, long long stairway,
Forever soundless
Who are you talking to?
----- the only butterfly from your soul;
Who are you waiting for?
----- the only butterfly from your soul
Long enough, powerful enough,
A dot, then a ring,
A ring, then a circle,
A circle, then a net,
A net, then a house
A house that yourself in,
A house that becomes your eternal scar
A house that has no door in
sitting on the table, facing the window
Splendid outside, no matter sunset, sunrise
stays in the spring, a season of hope;
Gloomy inside, no matter daylight, lnighttime
stays in the winter, a season of despair.
First, a dot
small but dark
Dark enough to grow up
in the continuous coffee, cigarettes, miss-you thoughts
Dilating, just keeps dilating
Dot, ring, circle, net
Then a house
A house that you hide yourself in; no others
Blur, the only treasure in the house
It’s beautiful enough
The immense darkness, endless highway,
Deep deep corridor, long long stairway,
Forever soundless
Who are you talking to?
----- the only butterfly from your soul;
Who are you waiting for?
----- the only butterfly from your soul
Long enough, powerful enough,
A dot, then a ring,
A ring, then a circle,
A circle, then a net,
A net, then a house
A house that yourself in,
A house that becomes your eternal scar
A house that has no door in
