Light can also hold darkness,
The moon can also burn with memories,
you can also live without me,
why is it that they all can
but I can not forget all this?
They're no wanting for someone to come and save them,
they're looking for someone to feel pity for.
And light is truth.
and light is sight.
It is not physical,
it is not the look,
but the essence,
but the truth.
How come, if truth's the same,
if it all remains,
is that we can not take an aim?
But then the hearts,
hardened as rocks,
can't see the truth and the love.
And from this past times they all keep a track,
but from today who can come and talk?