Greyen

Those days have gone grey
 There's no sharpness nor sound behind them
 I'm scared, of this crowd
 I feel as if I had a trip to an island
 Give those back to me
 Oh yes I mean my coloured pictures with the sound
 Something is torn
 Something is torn apart
 Something related to my future
 I wish to go back in time
 I'm stuck in here
 I live with a backward ticking clock
 The things I see
 The things I touch
 All of the cruel clocks in the world tick them away
 I must someday
 Forget today
 One last reason why I can't stop living you
 In my hands
 In my view
 There's nothing meaningless
 Cos I'll grasp new sand
 In my hands
 In my view
 There's no knowing that what clour I had
 Repetition of destruction
 And creation is the phenomenon called the time going by
 Sayonara to you today
 Just to see you tomorrow again
 I though I was walking in deep woods
 What have gone to grey is my memories and the dead trees around
 I thought I was walking in deep woods
 I realised they are grey for me to see the brilliant colours of spring
 Everything will pass
 Everything is passing you
 Everything is passing you
 What to see is colours of spring
 I would love to have them grey
 What to see is colours of spring
 I would love to have them grey