Luo Tianyi's lyrics of the cycle of imprisonment

Is it in a dream? Is it a memory

If you lift your toes, will it rise off the ground

Is the front of the line of sight still dark

If it is still, it will sink in the dark

The sharp light suddenly poured in, the slight pain of tearing, the consciousness awakened

Unable to adapt to the vertigo roar rampant

The uneasiness spread out in this space

The cold touch from the wrist is a chain with a crisp metallic sound

Limited vision due to inability to get up

Some tiny reflective familiar lenses

Pour the bubbling drink into the cup

Can't remember the face on the gentle smile

Bitter and slightly sweet taste exudes slightly open lips

Thinking of falling into confusion because of the heat

Touch your face with your fingertips, the shimmering light of the blade tip

It seems that the language of apology is transmitted clearly

The pain burns with the color of blood, only belongs to your mark

Words like love are clearly conveyed

Will you answer all these puzzles? Will you untie the shackles of your hands and feet

As if to see the smile of hope, overlooking the eyes full of love

Suddenly cut off light source

The sound of boots from near to far knocks on the remaining light spot that has not disappeared before the eyes of the ground

The figure disappeared with the closed door

Fear surrounds the shackles that cannot be broken

Struggling to swallow the surging panic

The heat is burning with an uncontrollable desire to rise

Trembling with patience, still powerless to resist

Colorful thoughts are baked by this picture

The nerve involved is still a meaningless smile

Residual taste on the tip of the tongue, bubbles in the cup

It's the soup that's responsible for all this

Finally hoarse cry, no one knows in the dark

Knowing that there is no result, but still in meaningless resistance

How many seconds has the pointer been forgotten

Have been unable to shed tears deep bottomless despair

Slender and soft fingertips are rolled up in the corner of this trance

The next second from the flesh into the bone marrow of the cold sweet

Gradually fall into the nihility of consciousness, as if it has completely indifferent to all this

However, the burning body can not be completely frozen and broken

I can't think about whether I'm in hell or heaven

About to float to the smoke of the second before being dragged back into this flame burning

No matter what kind of shouting and begging for mercy, we can't escape

Love or hate cannot be distinguished, nor can reason or sensibility

Want to touch the face is also burning

Is the same desire floating up

The metallic sound is still reverberating, and the heat finally turns cold

Why no longer hate, why no longer want to escape

Gently untie the shackles, the soft darkness around

And in his arms was the meek lamb

The pointer turns to the next second and the drink is served tomorrow

I'll drink it. It's poison or antidote