Flaming Heart

The devil - 4 of Swords - Ace of Cups

Only when the flame in my heart has been extinguished, might we meet again anew...

Thousand Memories

The smell of grass in the morning,
invoking thousand memories,
of pleasant breeze under clear blue sky.

Words of Wisdom

Joyful all ye who understand,
All things are created by mind.
Conceptual thought are binding,
Killing the meaning of freedom.
Yet our ignorance echoing endlessly...

Bad Apple

Even in the midst of flowing time,
Look, listlessness dances round and round,
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.

Even if I don't make a move,
I keep being swept away through the cracks of time,
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.

Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them,
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeeling nothing.

Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be elsewhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all black.

Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I gireve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.

Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd turn white.

1-4

If I make a move, if I make a move,
I'll destroy it all, I'll destroy it all.
If I grieve, if I grieve,
Would my heart turn white?

I still know nothing about you, nothing about myself,
Nothing about anything at all.
If opening my heavy eyelids means I'll destroy everything,
Then let it all turn black!!!

Memories of Last Winter

The breeze of winter wind last year, I remember,
With discord and calamity they come to my front.
Through weep and woe, beside me they leave me never,
Even within the hail, the power I have to move on.

The cold of winter storm this year I must face,
Should be not as cold as last year it might be.
Crushing my heart, they leave me being alone,
Now being alone, even tiny breeze seems a freeze.

The Lament of Old Minister

O great man,
the one whom I see as king candidate,
you are in your way to build your own empire.

O great man,
my beloved acquaintance, friend, and family,
to walk through dangers, I give you my shoulders.

O great man,
who beloved and hailed by many people,
have you forgotten the days we walk together?

Forgot and being forgotten,
memories would decay after all.
The most important things,
constantly changing over time.

Intoxicated with woman, you forgot how to stand up for people.
Intoxicated with fame, you forgot how to not excluding people.
Intoxicated with money, you don't know anymore what is right or wrong.

O great man,
the one who is in the way to build an empire,
don't I have any value left in your eyes?

If I stay long enough,
could I prove that I'm wrong?
If I ever could turn back on time,
could I make everything to be alright?

The only comfort I could have right now,
is through this words of lamentation.

Memories of the Sky

The sky that embrace all things,
yet it support nothing,
neither supported by anything.

When I yearn for support,
I look into that vastness.
It let me fall and down,
yet it gives me room to support myself.

When I need to scream away,
I scream within that vastness.
It never gives me reply,
Yet it embraces my pain within echoing sound.

This taste, we taste it alone.
This feels, we feel it alone.
We're alone since our birth after all.
We're all alone under this sky.

Yet within this vast loneliness,
there is peace, there is bliss, there is love.