Laurel Wreath

歌詞

I'm not a man who deserves a laurel wreath My works are just for myself to breathe What poor children of mine they are Their life ends soon like a falling star Hiding from the threat which she'd never quell, my fragile heart just seeks the hardest shell It's eager for lying in a well of artistry that's half dried up, and it's so lonely but I wait for the storm that gives me rain that will heal me from all my pain and the lightning strikes on my heart From the ash piled in the barren desert, I see a bud with no name shoot forth It will grow into a tree of words I'll take and twine them into a verse I'm not a man who receives your favour my melody moves dull from lack of vigor but sometimes it makes a sudden leap and instantly falls into deep sleep but I believe the wind blows and brings your voice I hear my muse calling my name which echoes as pleasant as silence to purify my worldly mind longing for fame Oh, I would be put into the truth even if I'm eaten by the death She'll pick up the pieces and twine them into a wreath