A Moment of Clarity （晰时刻）-Her Name Is Calla
And nightly they invade picking away the scar tissues
So I can dream without black holes and without white noise
The city sleeps under cold delicate stars
Never winning or recovering
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking