Furi
Boris
3:20Pushing the hands of lead Through the blurring world that is fragrant Hollow light that has deepened Shines around him Penetrate down, hope for time, Staring at the sharp cutting edge In silence Awaken in white-colored reality Stretch the hands toward the sunshine coming through Grip the landscape that drifts on between the fingers And pull it near Stand up, my body, walk out of here, And unleash the dazzling light The ideal that never ends Shake off the hesitation and complexity Over the simmer of hot air Run, accelerate, on and on