Lived Through a Day

[Intro]
Another night is here, a time that feels like endless,
It breaks all sense of reason, without a word or sentence.
It rushes with the current — seconds drowning into hours,
And still the clock hands race ahead with restless power.

[Verse 1]
I ran to chase behind them, the road was thorn and stone,
It cut me through with sorrow, yet I thought I was close.
I follow blindly upward — a surge, illusion, shot,
Then falling down to pieces, a hundred shards I’ve got.

The tether with the world is gone, my mind begins to burn,
My eyes grow dim and hollow, the lights begin to turn.
Is it night turning into day, with countless fleeting schemes,
Or a stolen day thrown into dust, into forgotten dreams?

[Chorus]
A world that looks like nothing, and here no hand can save,
Abandoned to its mercy — how many years I gave?
We struggle on for living, this will is worth much more,
Another day is wasted… but I’ll recall it later.

[Verse 2]
Through ruins of my hopes I wander like the banished,
Each sunrise cuts like fire, each dawn is harsh and savage.
I see the faces passing, but they are strangers, hollow,
And echoes of their footsteps are sounds I cannot follow.

All roads converge to one — the final boundary line,
I’m running from myself, but nowhere left to hide.
If life is just a circle, then where’s the starting place?
Perhaps that door is death — beyond it only cold embrace.

[Chorus]
A world that looks like nothing, and here no hand can save,
Abandoned to its mercy — how many years I gave?
We struggle on for living, this will is worth much more,
Another day is wasted… but I’ll recall it later.

[Verse 3]
I hear a sound within me — is it the soul, or wind?
It’s breaking out for freedom, though time keeps it confined.
We’re only grains of stardust, yet planets blaze inside,
We search for truth in heavens, then leave it all behind.

And maybe life’s not in the goal, but in the stride,
Where every step’s a spark that turns the moment bright.
Though every path is harsh, and lined with thorny breath,
The meaning is to walk — even if no meaning’s left.

[Chorus]
A world that looks like nothing, and here no hand can save,
Abandoned to its mercy — how many years I gave?
We struggle on for living, this will is worth much more,
Another day is wasted… but I’ll recall it later.