Memoire Antique

The melody that brings close the ancient illusion from afar
Nestling close to the nostalgic song
Times overlap now
The past mourns and seeks
Impatiently, unable to obtain
The colors

The memory
Why lament
The memory
Has passed
Love and hate
Joy
Resound to weave tomorrow

It is the countless blooming flowers of memories
Adorning the colors, dancing notes of a masquerade
Even losing oneself
Without a place to return
Surely, it will continue to spin
Wishing for vivid hope

If we follow the threads woven by the gods, we will connect
On the staff drawn by the setting sun
Layering the sounds now
The futures seek
Even reaching out, unable to obtain
The illusions

The memory
Holding nothing
The memory
Towards the soul

Love and hate
Joy
Will eventually convey the sounds
Even the wings of birds dancing in the eternal sky
From the day of birth, surrendering to the voice of the wind
Wandering through deep forests
Guiding signs reaching out to things
Surely, it should be heard
That is the vivid hope

Now, reach out your hand
As if forgiving everything

Memories, dance around the spinning wheel
Turning the past into colors, dyeing tomorrow and folding it up
Hope, sing a melody that nestles close
Surely, it should be heard
That is the nostalgic hope
'Memoire'