When I, chace the light, I'm searching for reason, reason, of my empty mind.
When I, chace the light, I'm struggling to fly ,fly with my broken wings.
In the dark I found myself so desperate to feel.
Crumble till the last tear drops down， covering the real.…
until，the last wish starts to spark and lighten the hill.
Ticking time breaks the silence and brings the heal.
When I, chace the light, I'm searching for reason, reason, of my endless night.
When I, chace the light, I'm mending the mind，mind with remaining sight.
Be your own light.
Be your own mind.
Dawn