| 作曲 : Hiltula, Kokko, Kokko | |
| I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart | |
| The spirit within | |
| I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle | |
| But have found none | |
| So I need a deeper dive: | |
| With the screws on my lips | |
| I am falling down | |
| Into the king's sea | |
| Feel the rope winding in me | |
| And feel the touch | |
| Of oblivion | |
| Now I'm floating | |
| There is no way out, diving deeper down | |
| In my memories | |
| All the losses and all the minor joys | |
| With affectation | |
| This rope around me tightens again | |
| And I wonder who I really am | |
| Who I really am? | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I'm born again | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I'm born again | |
| Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep | |
| In my own whirlpool | |
| And the fear of sobering up | |
| Is lurking around | |
| But the rope around me tightens again | |
| And I wonder who I really am | |
| Who I really am? | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I'm born again | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I'm born again |
| zuo qu : Hiltula, Kokko, Kokko | |
| I' ve been searching some answers concealed in my heart | |
| The spirit within | |
| I' ve been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle | |
| But have found none | |
| So I need a deeper dive: | |
| With the screws on my lips | |
| I am falling down | |
| Into the king' s sea | |
| Feel the rope winding in me | |
| And feel the touch | |
| Of oblivion | |
| Now I' m floating | |
| There is no way out, diving deeper down | |
| In my memories | |
| All the losses and all the minor joys | |
| With affectation | |
| This rope around me tightens again | |
| And I wonder who I really am | |
| Who I really am? | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again | |
| Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep | |
| In my own whirlpool | |
| And the fear of sobering up | |
| Is lurking around | |
| But the rope around me tightens again | |
| And I wonder who I really am | |
| Who I really am? | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again |
| zuò qǔ : Hiltula, Kokko, Kokko | |
| I' ve been searching some answers concealed in my heart | |
| The spirit within | |
| I' ve been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle | |
| But have found none | |
| So I need a deeper dive: | |
| With the screws on my lips | |
| I am falling down | |
| Into the king' s sea | |
| Feel the rope winding in me | |
| And feel the touch | |
| Of oblivion | |
| Now I' m floating | |
| There is no way out, diving deeper down | |
| In my memories | |
| All the losses and all the minor joys | |
| With affectation | |
| This rope around me tightens again | |
| And I wonder who I really am | |
| Who I really am? | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again | |
| Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep | |
| In my own whirlpool | |
| And the fear of sobering up | |
| Is lurking around | |
| But the rope around me tightens again | |
| And I wonder who I really am | |
| Who I really am? | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again | |
| The third day, the magical | |
| A way to believe I' m born again |