Shock

A world left behind by the blink of an eye
If I could fly, I would tell him

Countless birds burning their wings
Scattering ashes, finding peace and smiling
Someone scatter them
Even the proof that I was here
Will turn to sand and disappear anyway

The voices of comrades swallowed and trampled, reasons that can't end
Pierce our backs

If we exhaust ourselves escaping the spiral, he will rise and I will fall
Moonlight filling the pillars with light illuminated faint memories
It seems like searching for him
Let's gather in that novel
The guiding voice seems like a mishearing
Drifting sea, because this is the story you started

Countless birds burning their wings
Scattering ashes, finding peace and smiling
Someone scatter them
Even the proof that I was here
Will turn to sand and disappear anyway

Even though bones will turn to sand and disappear, they are alive