作曲 : Arab, Keeler
Reflecting on what's been

Though past will be future

When again yesterday to be made

For me  hazy times fume all around
Burning grass in a field of endless supplies

Tall people casting shadows on the short

Little people running circles round the wide

Lazy times waste it well

What better to do with my mind

Crazy times no rhythm too hard

Deep corners and people with my time

Overground in joy  in clouds sunlit

Snow untouched make pure silhouette

Catches steam  grass and dew

Rays not harm the upward gaze

Hosts bring out a game
Of open fields on the box

Watch the guests who
Bring the heat on the outside

Flags of faith for boundaries to fight

The young so wise before their time

My time  your time  all time

My time  your time  all time

Overground in joy  in clouds sunlit

Snow untouched make pure silhouette

Catches steam  grass and dew

Rays not harm be the upward gaze

Rhythm to your right

Round the other side

The expression outside

And poetry inside

Pleasure to your touch

Taste of heaven on your mind

And colors before your very eyes