Rainbow hands on this map
We look for a place to call our own and stare at each other.
Inscrutable sadness is at hand of the enemy
We sit with him and we melt into the sky

The hands we hold and it outlines echo.
Countless stars always reach the night beautifully
Turn them into a smile to entice the eyelid.
Avoiding secrets of a personal clue
The same contents but different on the outside
Idealism has been well collapsed and scattered
Birth and its fertileness we stuff
with hands of colours with no boundaries

I rely on the voice as I go. Lock up and shut in.
Put away the name and throw it away. Spinning the refusal of legacy.

Beat away loneliness and darkness that penetrate my bright eyes.
And see the magnificent sight of this world.
Supreme bliss arrived and betrayed the letter
A miracle sparkles and the agony is there
Pick up lost articles of modern illnesses,
names and time unknown.
Have charm and take it to a far away future.
Form and pessimism and move.

Live with the city and we've passed. Fit ourselves into the place.
Our destiny exhaled a white sigh. It lasts forever in the world of painting.
Release all senses when I touch. The placement captures my movement.
Play with the phenomenon I gave. Different breed, helplessness I learn.

tell as beautifully as possible. Wrap a definition with plentifulness.
Switch a figure of depth and sadness into a more beautiful scenery.
Hear the stream of water, feel it from an impossible distance.
Use indifferent relationships as an excuse,
come and show us the maximum existence.

Fulfilled and dawned. Greet the morning.
Hide from it at the end of a dream

Face full of domination cuts out the thoughts and expressions.
Imaginary days were born with innocence.
I ignore the signal and leave with my friend.
Your brilliant words,
With confidence you are finally seeing the present time.
Fall unconscious and gain inner understanding
Lived a life secretly and trusted it.

We stared at each other before, but it’s now a mark of vision
Last bit of the sky blue has caught between the walls in frozen times.
A silver image faced simple bliss and purpose
Love remained in the voice
The wreck obviousness was discovered in a lonely prediction.

Lyrics submitted by canaan

Dreams Coming to an End song meanings
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