Minor Piece

The butterfly still can't become a bird
Fluttering its wings as if about to tear
Sticking out its tongue, waiting for the right moment
Into the world of tactics
Welcome

Clouds flow and form lines
The scattered symbols are an anagram
Between belief and disbelief
Who is the ruler?
Declaration of war, war is on the move
A new hopeful strategy
Tower of conspiracy with the great
Overture to destruction

Oh, the white puppet show
A loop of emptiness, omnipotent talent feels cramped
Did you think you could become a convenient bullet?

Sharp strategies always lead to loneliness
Victory or defeat, meritocracy
If a lying incompetent human rises
Fate will change
Return the numbers and common sense
Let's go towards the light

Zugzwang, duratata
Dance, minor piece
Zugzwang, ratatatata
In this palm
Zugzwang, duratata
Black and white vision rises and moves forward

In the gap behind
I lied to you now, carrying ambition
The refined refinement
The light of flowing light fades
The end is near
Counting the remains

Hey, is this okay?
The pendulum of doubt, the guess of consent
Unknowingly, life is monopolized

Choosing between past and future, passing the days
We lived as travelers
The earth is a room, ahead of the dancing game

A happy ending comes with sacrifice
If you want the dream, take everything
Weeks become children, children become weeks
Change your fate
Return the numbers and common sense
Let's go towards the light

Zugzwang, duratata
Dance, minor piece
Zugzwang, ratatatata
In this palm
Zugzwang, duratata
Black and white vision rises and moves forward