| Song | A Microscopical Macrocosm |
| Artist | Vintersorg |
| Album | The Focusing Blur |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Vintersorg | |
| Sensory impulses commanding us | |
| Still we're aware of its centre | |
| Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss | |
| With the analogy of electricity to enter | |
| I've painted a world in the dark, | |
| With elegant patterns and connections | |
| This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, | |
| Shapes my body's complexion | |
| A microscopical macrocosm, | |
| Of distant mountains and inner plasm, | |
| All the elements are eloquenced by infinity | |
| A microscopical macrocosm, | |
| I and Me float through its chasms, | |
| Filtering the universe through a living internity | |
| Thousands of pathway's directory, | |
| Lie dormant in this unexplored animator | |
| In its lobe rests our closest galaxy | |
| Reading, visions from the spiral generator | |
| Atoms composed into a condition | |
| Of thinking and intuition "Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" |
| zuo qu : Vintersorg | |
| Sensory impulses commanding us | |
| Still we' re aware of its centre | |
| Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss | |
| With the analogy of electricity to enter | |
| I' ve painted a world in the dark, | |
| With elegant patterns and connections | |
| This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, | |
| Shapes my body' s complexion | |
| A microscopical macrocosm, | |
| Of distant mountains and inner plasm, | |
| All the elements are eloquenced by infinity | |
| A microscopical macrocosm, | |
| I and Me float through its chasms, | |
| Filtering the universe through a living internity | |
| Thousands of pathway' s directory, | |
| Lie dormant in this unexplored animator | |
| In its lobe rests our closest galaxy | |
| Reading, visions from the spiral generator | |
| Atoms composed into a condition | |
| Of thinking and intuition " Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" |
| zuò qǔ : Vintersorg | |
| Sensory impulses commanding us | |
| Still we' re aware of its centre | |
| Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss | |
| With the analogy of electricity to enter | |
| I' ve painted a world in the dark, | |
| With elegant patterns and connections | |
| This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, | |
| Shapes my body' s complexion | |
| A microscopical macrocosm, | |
| Of distant mountains and inner plasm, | |
| All the elements are eloquenced by infinity | |
| A microscopical macrocosm, | |
| I and Me float through its chasms, | |
| Filtering the universe through a living internity | |
| Thousands of pathway' s directory, | |
| Lie dormant in this unexplored animator | |
| In its lobe rests our closest galaxy | |
| Reading, visions from the spiral generator | |
| Atoms composed into a condition | |
| Of thinking and intuition " Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" |