The role of jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge
A bridge to a desert
A hope in empty words is like the sand,
The sand that burns my soul
With a glow of desires
Who was i?
Who am i?
Who'll i be?
Should i try?
Can we stop the rain
If the sky is blind
Can we stop the tear
A bird that is divine
Left the night behind
Silent candle prayers
No one's ever found
Tear that pined away
How strange... so moonlit is the great wall of china; this night!
The huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as
I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower.
What am i doing here? i feel spiritually naked under these chinese
Skies. not thinking, still waiting... all those myths and beliefs, i
Have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have i come here for?
I remember nothing...
The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but
My warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master.
Please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all
Have to go there?
Nothingness, it is nothingness