Life in every trifle unexchangeable
The sky may be high
Maybe someplace where you've seen in your dreams
The sea may be bright
Maybe somewhere you call ethereal
Ethereal, used to be something not very unusual
People knew how to celebrate
So beautiful are all the things ever lost
It's so regrettable you forgot how to appreciate
The beasts, the fairy tales
Murmuring trees
The morning chats and the quarrels of little birds
All gone
Life still goes on, there is no reason
Life yet struggles, there is no meaning
As given, they take it
As taken, tries not to leave
The wheel keeps turning, forever meeting
Nobody's wish, no living thing's will
There is no other way and there is no other choice
The choice was not in your hand
(Not, after all)
Though you chose it
Life still goes on, there is no reason
Life yet survives, there is no meaning
As given, you break it
As broken, tries to rebuild
The wheel keeps turning, forever meeting
Nobody's wish, no living thing's will
No other way, no other choice
The future's not in your hands
You choose it
You chase it
And you face it