歌词
Stars, they will eventually cease to exist
And all the nightmares I once had
Are vast
What was once a great misfortune
Shall burn its way to dust
And how the dance of our breaths
Will valce one last time
Under the ray of pale moonlight
Our steps will trod the floor
They will trod the floor with rhyme
And upon each trace we leave
A new tree will embark with frets
Breathing its own existence
But following our steps
Following, following our steps
Breathing its own existence
But following our steps