黑夜问白天

The vulture's face in the half-day sky

Memories of half a life circling by

The line between day and night after day fifty-three

Waiting for night to ask day, "Can this gray world be pardoned, please?"

Don't swap day and night, frozen tears, one drop is so salty

A postcard from twilight, silent, colorless, wordless

Crossing the mountain peak, making faces at me

But night hates day, rushing forward, hearing no rescue

Fate is too insane, every blink is so mysterious

Those black geese against the light have flown far away

Rather than wait for goodbye, let's say goodbye, pick a day

Bruises beneath the skin oozing blood

Despair within the cells crying out for justice

Whipped by fifty-three days of loneliness

Waiting for night to ask day, "Can this gray world be pardoned, please?"

Don't swap day and night, frozen tears, one drop is so salty

A postcard from twilight, silent, colorless, wordless

Crossing the mountain peak, making faces at me

Shout night kiss day, thank you time, reddening my eyes

The halos of the past, every moment is so exquisite

Those running days and nights are a lonely cultivation

Rather than say goodbye, forget that we can meet again

It's nice in mid-air, no noise, few people

Yet you can see those storms near the horizon

Night kisses day, thank you time, reddening my eyes

The halos of the past, every moment is so exquisite

Those running days and nights are a lonely cultivation

Rather than say goodbye, forget that we can meet again, hoo

Today, woo