Teach me what you know...

I see you standing in front of big city lights...

I sit, and I look...

I can't erase thousand years of history...

The authentic you isn't always glorious, isn't always strong, isn't always right.

Transcendence is a hell of a ride...

I will have to send into heaven all our memories and experiences...

The firm, hardened fragments of reality are coming down on me like hail...

With each new step...

You lost a piece of heaven when you decided to fight this futile battle...