2012-08-05 23:15:08羅拔
Art Speaks to Man
Neither I am Satan nor Saint,
But dreams within dreams,
Prophecies within prophecies.
Nostalgia or innovation,
Modern or tradition, oh
These aren't my names, but empty words.
Wait, wait in patience,
In a moment I will permeate your blood
You will die first, and be reshaped
With expression blurry like mine.
But dreams within dreams,
Prophecies within prophecies.
Nostalgia or innovation,
Modern or tradition, oh
These aren't my names, but empty words.
Wait, wait in patience,
In a moment I will permeate your blood
You will die first, and be reshaped
With expression blurry like mine.