LINES

 -April 29th 2016-

Summer Ashes

I feel the air getting mild, the flames that burned is now a smoke up in the air.

Layers of ashes from the summer heat is taken by the wind, sweeping across the town, its autumn, its autumn.

Wind singing through the trees and the leaves dripping gently and the streets painted so colorful like a masterpiece.

The birds flying home and the clouds are on fire, the clouds on fire, the clouds, clouds of autumn.

-The wind is shifting to the north, and the golden rice fields swing along.

Another step up the stairs I go, as my favorite season comes and goes. 

Lovers in the street, preparing for the cold and in the corners of the city they’re sharing their heart over quite lights.

Heatwaves that shimmered is way up in the skies, shapes of memories lost in the dusk.

-The wind is shifting to the north, and the golden rice fields swing along.

Another step up the stairs I go as my favorite season comes and goes. 

 I’m walking in the velvet night, and the scent of flowers burst in light.

Soaked in moonlight drenched in life, as my favorite season passing by.

 

Lines

Oh why, why do we keep on running.

On this thin rusty trail that we built.

Oh why, why do we get caught up in a rut that we make. 

 I just want to stop, where all the trees lay their branches.

I want to walk around all over town, without a line to follow, without a line that ties us down. That ties us down.

Oh I,  I wonder why we live this way.

 Where only pinch of people are allowed on stage.

Oh why, why can’t we all shine. 

In our own ways, in our own different ways.

I just want to sing a song all day long to find me, and I want to go around,  up and down all around.

Without a borderline, without a line that cross us out, that cross us out.

 

Ride

This bus takes us all, holding every story on board.

This bus carries along, though the tight corners and the steep slippery slopes.

This train takes us all, holding blurred faces and troubled minds on board.

This train sways us all, thorough tight corners and on the rusted rails. 

-We all have our course, carrying bricks and stones taking beatings along the way.

But we all try to stand strong, from the first steps to the day we rest beneath. 

This plane takes us around the word, high up the skies to the places we never seen.

But if you see through the clouds, its just another place under the same shroud.

-We all have our course, carrying bricks and stones taking beatings along the way.

But we all try to stand strong, from the first steps to the day we rest beneath. 

From the first steps to the day we rest beneath. 

 

Winter Sorrows

The long rusty road lies and the heavy clouds hanging low.

The cold north wind blows and hits the souls of the dead and the living.

The daytime light brings heat to the streets, but in the shadows they stay cold and mean.

Craving for the sun, craving for light, craving for a line to hold on tight.

-The cold wind sees it all, piercing through our coats and bones.

Take it away now take it away, take all the stains and mistakes we make.

 I’m ready for the next blank page.

When the hot air meets the sky, it clashes against the cold and generates an eye.

Leaving an unbalanced form of life, and it pours it’s soul through its vines.

-The cold rain feels it all, soaking into our coats and bones.

Drain it away, now drain it away, drain all the stains and mistakes we make.

I’m ready for the next blank page.

I’m ready for the next blank page, I’m ready for the next blank page.

 

Sailor

I once knew a sailor, he came with the wind in his hands.

The fresh blue breeze lightly touched my skin, and the splashes of his smile had rock my boat.

Every line he threw, it felt so fine, he threw it right .

I let the tide take away. 

For my compass, for my compass had already broken.

-He tide a knot so tight, a knot that can’t be untied.

Like a fish that is trapped in a bowl, I’m hooked and trapped in his world.

I once knew a sailor, he came with the wind in his arms.

He soaked me in, in his big blue heart and he took me and my bare heart.

I let him lead the way. 

For my compass, for my compass had already broken.

-He tide a knot so tight, a knot that can’t be untied.

Like a fish that is trapped in a bowl, I’m hooked and trapped in his world. 

I’m hooked and trapped in his world.

-I once knew a sailor, he came with the wind in his hands.

 But he sailed away when the time had come, and he left me with a storm in my heart. 

 

The Path

Eating drinking laughing talking, fighting and chasing but singing on our way home.

We came a long road.

Fine days and rough road days, walked along on the path where the sunset lines. 

And everything is all right. 

-Bumps and lumps on the way, tripped but kick them away.

And we danced all night like the night was ours.

Now I’m going away to a nameless land, a thousand miles apart from you and town.

Where the trees grow different and the sea is a lake, and the people that are walking, walking the opposite way.

-Bumps and lumps on my way, time to face my trail.

But I’ll dance away like we did in those sweet old days.

I will miss the light from my window, and the smell of the sea breeze crawling in.

And the glowing stars in the dark, that always lead me.

 I will never forget what they’ve game me.

 

Towards the Sun

In our ordinary lives, we try so hard to seek happiness.

But the world takes away the ability to see, the real things that color our lives.

While we rush through the days we get swept away, just like the letters that we wrote on the shore. 

So every time, we look for the pieces we’ve lost. 

To bring us back to the selves we know. 

-I want to live up to every moment given to me.

The ups and downs and even side ways.

I will always keep my face towards the sun, because there ain’t no time to be in the shadow.

In our ordinary lives, there is so much we don’t see.

-I want to live up to every moment given to me.

The ups and downs and even side ways.

-I will always keep my face towards the sun, because there ain’t no time for me to be in the shadow.

In our ordinary lives, there is so much we don’t see.

 

Loved Ones

I want to wrap you up in my bones, and I want to embrace you with my all.

Now I’m feeling a little doomed, and I might pick your wounds, but I still love you when I’m drenched in blue.

I like to hide under my sail.

 At times I walk on sinking ships.

 I’m rocking back and forth but you’re steady as a rock.

And I’m thankful that you hold my dock.

-The fog sneaks up like a dream, catches fire turns in steam.

Curled up paper don’t want to be seen, but you unfold me. 

And you’ll always be smiling.

I like to be the cove when you’re cold, and sew those patches with glee.

But Im wondering in my sea, leaving puddles as I please.

But I’m grateful that you float with me in peace.

-The fog sneaks up like a dream, catches fire turns in steam.

Curled up paper don’t want to be seen, but you unfold me. 

And you’ll always be smiling.

When I’m blue and when I’m doomed, when I’m falling between my dreams, you catch me.