The garment of the old tree hosts a sigh of crimson A golden rain scatters onto the lapis lazuli ceiling Transparent hands carry a secret Weaving a moment's shimmer onto the earth Fragments of a fragile dream slip through the palm Past phantoms graze the heart The brocade of the universe dyes the memory Time drops burning tears Countless lives sing the continuation of the end To an unknown shore, the soul departs on a journey The lingering glow sways in the dusk corridor I listen to the pulse of silence that time carves Clutching the covenant of days gone by to my chest A voice asks a question to the slumbering scenery Fragments of a fragile dream slip through the palm Past phantoms graze the heart The brocade of the universe dyes the memory Time drops burning tears Countless lives sing the continuation of the end To an unknown shore, the soul departs on a journey When the end of colors is clad in lamentation The earth quietly spins a secret If one knows the principle of the circulating stars Even what is lost holds the spark of dawn The brocade of the universe dyes the memory Time drops burning tears Countless lives sing the continuation of the end To an unknown shore, the soul departs on a journey Oh, burning brocade, eternal illusion The residual sound of a dream silently fading away
