Jostling among the stars
what is in my cards?
Am I looking for an easy life,
or should I follow the magic fife?
What I know is the unknown
my infinity is wider than yours.
They say the dark side of the moon keeps secrets
how can I get there?
Along the way of shouting stars,
a ton of kinds with a black cloth behind,
We are all so happy when we see one,
we are racing to witness the end of something,
it is unfair.
Yet there is the end of something in the infinity,
and it is so hard to believe.
Yet there is a limit in the definition of endless
Yet there is a barrier in what is meant to be forever
What if I stole the time?
Who am I to do so?
I am the invisible line
that divides the stormy sky and the white sea
I am the border of your imagination.