On the day of birth
We are destined to take this road forever
Never return
We kept running
Every night, every day
Every night and morning
To die unconsciously
Walking through all kinds of dreams
Running in the constant four seasons
The illusory eternity is just the broken moment
On the day of birth
We are destined to take this road forever
Never return
We kept running
Every day, every night
Every night and morning
To die unconsciously
Walking through all kinds of dreams
Running in the constant four seasons
The illusory eternity is just the broken moment
Eternal love
It's always so far away and heavy
In the constant samsara
Life becomes nothing
Once long and distant fantasy
Why can't it be realized
Eternal love
It's always so far away and heavy
In the constant samsara
Life becomes nothing
Once long and distant fantasy
Why can't it be realized
Eternal love
It's always so far away and heavy
In the constant samsara
Life becomes nothing
Once long and distant fantasy
Why can't it be realized
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