Slow Turning World
Slow turning world, A heartbeat and a lover's sigh, Searching for the truth of beauty, Lost in the likelihood of goodbye. In perpetual contradiction, The paradox is the essence of change. Bitter, sweet are the memories of your lovers, In a world blended by pleasure and pain. Even when I find her, Who speaks to me only with her eyes, I know one thing will always be certain, That I couldn't understand why she had gone.