The Earth is destroyed
rotating incessantly.
Where am I? What day is it today? Who am I?
Will it be the planet of the apes?
The way we were will be the way we will be.
Ephemerally, travelers who resist become in demons.
When looking at the sundial (*) I only find heaven and hell (**).
Babies in their dreams.
In the depths of the dream There is no other world,
A world that knows true love.
Anyway, when the time comes to go I will feel loneliness (I will be alone)
I wish that someone would give me your support.
The way we were will be the way we will be.
Babies in their dreams
They admire the present that repeats itself over and over again
Ephemerally, Travelers who resist become demons.
When I look at the sundial I only find Heaven and Hell.
Babies in their dreams.
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