The color of my eyes have become the mountain I cannot climb,
the west brings the rainy days,
the east brings the heat,
So I wait,
I'll give you my night,
I'll give you my site,
I'll give you my last breath,

The color of my eyes have become the mountain I cannot climb,
Realities exist,
Unwinding occurs,
Petals unfolding,
Protecting what's remaining,
Adapting each day,
Earth is distributing, 
New sign,
New rhythm for humanity,
Being Bold,
Voice your feelings,

Full moon of greatness,
Hidden lights reflecting,
Fire resurrecting,
Slumbering beliefs,
Illusions of the underground,
Transformation of natural field,

The color of my eyes have become the mountain I cannot climb.

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