Song | Star Puzzled |
Artist | Vintersorg |
Album | The Focusing Blur |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vintersorg | |
If you glance into nebular haze | |
Toward the light of a galactic emperor | |
An excursion through an advanced maze, | |
Following the intensity of a burning superior | |
The rays travel where man would find immediate death, | |
Yearly, daily, hourly, and in the stillness of a breath | |
Seeing the unseen, | |
Meeting matter without sheen | |
Eight minutes of experiences not understandable | |
In a puzzling journey of particle suction | |
I would sell my soul if it were possible | |
To ride the sun's frequent eruptions | |
When the sunspot process peaks so fast | |
The magnetic stellar dice is cast | |
Oscillation in the dualism, | |
Light and darkness polytheism | |
Reaching to know, high and below | |
Using the magnitude parallax as the cosmic tool | |
Ignored by the narrow-minded as ridiculous, | |
But even Newton was called a fool! "What once was watched from Gallilei's observatory? Still falls under the same category But my wonderings will not rest Until the insight is burning in my chest" | |
So many pieces to put in place, | |
So many riddles to solve in this extended maze "I'm sitting at the sunset transfixed by the idea That our cosmos may be just one out of many planes Like all the raindrops at the end build a sea But that's hardly what you think of when it rains" |
zuo qu : Vintersorg | |
If you glance into nebular haze | |
Toward the light of a galactic emperor | |
An excursion through an advanced maze, | |
Following the intensity of a burning superior | |
The rays travel where man would find immediate death, | |
Yearly, daily, hourly, and in the stillness of a breath | |
Seeing the unseen, | |
Meeting matter without sheen | |
Eight minutes of experiences not understandable | |
In a puzzling journey of particle suction | |
I would sell my soul if it were possible | |
To ride the sun' s frequent eruptions | |
When the sunspot process peaks so fast | |
The magnetic stellar dice is cast | |
Oscillation in the dualism, | |
Light and darkness polytheism | |
Reaching to know, high and below | |
Using the magnitude parallax as the cosmic tool | |
Ignored by the narrowminded as ridiculous, | |
But even Newton was called a fool! " What once was watched from Gallilei' s observatory? Still falls under the same category But my wonderings will not rest Until the insight is burning in my chest" | |
So many pieces to put in place, | |
So many riddles to solve in this extended maze " I' m sitting at the sunset transfixed by the idea That our cosmos may be just one out of many planes Like all the raindrops at the end build a sea But that' s hardly what you think of when it rains" |
zuò qǔ : Vintersorg | |
If you glance into nebular haze | |
Toward the light of a galactic emperor | |
An excursion through an advanced maze, | |
Following the intensity of a burning superior | |
The rays travel where man would find immediate death, | |
Yearly, daily, hourly, and in the stillness of a breath | |
Seeing the unseen, | |
Meeting matter without sheen | |
Eight minutes of experiences not understandable | |
In a puzzling journey of particle suction | |
I would sell my soul if it were possible | |
To ride the sun' s frequent eruptions | |
When the sunspot process peaks so fast | |
The magnetic stellar dice is cast | |
Oscillation in the dualism, | |
Light and darkness polytheism | |
Reaching to know, high and below | |
Using the magnitude parallax as the cosmic tool | |
Ignored by the narrowminded as ridiculous, | |
But even Newton was called a fool! " What once was watched from Gallilei' s observatory? Still falls under the same category But my wonderings will not rest Until the insight is burning in my chest" | |
So many pieces to put in place, | |
So many riddles to solve in this extended maze " I' m sitting at the sunset transfixed by the idea That our cosmos may be just one out of many planes Like all the raindrops at the end build a sea But that' s hardly what you think of when it rains" |