| Song | Smokescreen |
| Artist | Flying Blind |
| Album | American Pie 2 |
| [ti:10] | |
| [00:02.820]00:00.97] | Passage 10.Rush |
| [00:03.450]00:04.04] | Swallows may have gone,but there is a time of return; |
| [00:08.880]00:10.27] | willow trees may have died back,but there is a time of regreening; |
| [00:14.430]00:15.30] | peach blossoms may have fallen,but they will bloom again. |
| [00:20.170]00:19.79] | Now,you the wise,tell me,why should our days leave us,never to return? |
| [00:26.350]00:27.23] | If they had been stolen by someone,who could it be? |
| [00:30.780]00:31.39] | Where could he hide them? |
| [00:32.960]00:33.46] | If they had made the escape themselves,then where could they stay at the moment? |
| [00:38.390]00:39.70] | I don ’t know how many days I have been given to spend, |
| [00:43.320]00:44.52] | but I do feel my hands are getting empty. |
| [00:46.130]00:47.91] | Taking stock silently,I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. |
| [00:55.120]00:55.67] | Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, |
| [01:00.730]01:02.02] | my days are dripping into the stream of time,soundless,traceless. |
| [01:05.600]01:08.15] | Already sweat is starting on my forehead,and tears welling up in my eyes. |
| [01:13.90]01:14.49] | Those that have gone have gone for good,those to come keep coming; |
| [01:19.700]01:20.73] | yet in between,how fast is the shift,in such a rush? |
| [01:25.440]01:26.42] | When I get up in the morning, |
| [01:29.250]01:28.83] | the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. |
| [01:36.560]01:35.72] | The sun has feet,look,he is treading on,lightly and furtively; |
| [01:42.730]01:42.07] | and I am caught,blankly,in his revolution. |
| [01:46.290]01:45.67] | Thus —the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, |
| [01:51.530]01:51.59] | wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, |
| [01:55.400]01:54.87] | and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. |
| [01:58.510]02:01.21] | I can feel his haste now,so I reach out my hands to hold him back, |
| [02:03.820]02:07.34] | but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. |
| [02:09.120]02:11.17] | In the evening,as I lie in bed,he strides over my body,glides past my feet,in his agile way. |
| [02:16.920]02:20.03] | The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again,one whole day has gone. |
| [02:26.840]02:27.58] | I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. |
| [02:31.590]02:32.17] | But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. |
| [02:36.460]02:37.21] | What can I do,in this bustling world,with my days flying in their escape? |
| [02:42.320]02:43.77] | Nothing but to hesitate,to rush. |
| [02:47.690]02:47.49] | What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush,apart from hesitating? |
| [02:51.990]02:53.73] | Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, |
| [02:57.980]02:59.09] | or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. |
| [03:01.230]03:02.60] | What traces have I left behind me? |
| [03:04.790]03:06.10] | Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? |
| [03:09.400]03:10.25] | I have come to the world,stark naked; |
| [03:12.960]03:13.97] | am I to go back,in a blink,in the same stark nakedness? |
| [03:17.700]03:19.11] | It is not fair though: |
| [03:20.760]03:21.20] | why should I have made such a trip for nothing! |
| [03:23.880]03:24.80] | You the wise,tell me, |
| [03:26.250]03:26.77] | why should our days leave us,never to return? |
| ti: 10 | |
| [00:02.820]00:00.97] | Passage 10. Rush |
| [00:03.450]00:04.04] | Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return |
| [00:08.880]00:10.27] | willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening |
| [00:14.430]00:15.30] | peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. |
| [00:20.170]00:19.79] | Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? |
| [00:26.350]00:27.23] | If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? |
| [00:30.780]00:31.39] | Where could he hide them? |
| [00:32.960]00:33.46] | If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment? |
| [00:38.390]00:39.70] | I don ' t know how many days I have been given to spend, |
| [00:43.320]00:44.52] | but I do feel my hands are getting empty. |
| [00:46.130]00:47.91] | Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. |
| [00:55.120]00:55.67] | Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, |
| [01:00.730]01:02.02] | my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. |
| [01:05.600]01:08.15] | Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes. |
| [01:13.90]01:14.49] | Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming |
| [01:19.700]01:20.73] | yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush? |
| [01:25.440]01:26.42] | When I get up in the morning, |
| [01:29.250]01:28.83] | the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. |
| [01:36.560]01:35.72] | The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively |
| [01:42.730]01:42.07] | and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. |
| [01:46.290]01:45.67] | Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, |
| [01:51.530]01:51.59] | wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, |
| [01:55.400]01:54.87] | and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as reflect in silence. |
| [01:58.510]02:01.21] | I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, |
| [02:03.820]02:07.34] | but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. |
| [02:09.120]02:11.17] | In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. |
| [02:16.920]02:20.03] | The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. |
| [02:26.840]02:27.58] | I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. |
| [02:31.590]02:32.17] | But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. |
| [02:36.460]02:37.21] | What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? |
| [02:42.320]02:43.77] | Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. |
| [02:47.690]02:47.49] | What have I been doing in that eightthousandday rush, apart from hesitating? |
| [02:51.990]02:53.73] | Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, |
| [02:57.980]02:59.09] | or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. |
| [03:01.230]03:02.60] | What traces have I left behind me? |
| [03:04.790]03:06.10] | Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? |
| [03:09.400]03:10.25] | I have come to the world, stark naked |
| [03:12.960]03:13.97] | am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? |
| [03:17.700]03:19.11] | It is not fair though: |
| [03:20.760]03:21.20] | why should I have made such a trip for nothing! |
| [03:23.880]03:24.80] | You the wise, tell me, |
| [03:26.250]03:26.77] | why should our days leave us, never to return? |