The light in your eyes is acidic Face that burns with the blowing wind Because the way is like a imaginary line But you didn't bring me into your hands Blurred images useless memories Blurred images useless memories Blurred images useless memories Blurred images useless memories Blind, no sound in the taste of trauma High are the birds in the sky My head hurts, but I’ll survive I watch cars, and people's futility A Munch’s painting in a lonely eternity Blurred images useless memories Blurred images useless memories Blurred images useless memories Blurred images useless memories