Traveling far, feeling close, she takes herself to wandering roads.
Tasting from inside, tasting from outside,
Touching, not touching... without running.
knowing... That life is a rewritten script,
and only the time shows similar note,
In a world hunted by ghosts, she keeps herself out of worrying.
She lifts her eyes to the sky, with a smile across her lips, In an attempt to check she can still touch the water.
...To see...the way...that will return...
...me...to her...
Tasting from inside, tasting from outside,
Touching, not touching... without running.
knowing... That life is a rewritten script,
and only the time shows similar note,
In a world hunted by ghosts, she keeps herself out of worrying.
She lifts her eyes to the sky, with a smile across her lips, In an attempt to check she can still touch the water.
...To see...the way...that will return...
...me...to her...