作词 : Vikta
作曲 : Vikta
编曲 : Vikta
Time Ocean
[0:00]Prod. Vikta Licht
[0:10]Lyric/Compose/Arrange by Vikta Licht
[1:04]Every life, is created on the ruin of thousand death
[1:16]Drawing the blood and skulls for survive
[1:21]I’m so pleased, chasing you with passion & fleeting life
[1:32]Doom to die but become so endless
[1:40]Births doom all, since the sand-glass turned over
[1:51]As dandelion matured on the moor
[1:57]Only rain and wind, can pace its way and direction
[2:08]What we done, useless
[2:12]We burn our half to accept variable fortune
[2:21]Try grasping the ultimatum and final hope. Would you
[2:28]find the only thing approached to the real
[2:37]is the feelings of incommunicable touch
[2:44]Broken moonlight interlaced with broken shells
[2:52](How humbling!) This last scene is laughing at the universal cause
[3:01]They tell you dream is coming true. It’s better to throw a part
[3:11]But, throwing up just means it will fall
[3:32]Your vestige, destine to fossilise, to be a bunker
[3:41]Or be packed down, as a solid ground (for the new born)
[3:49]Every soul, melt and congeal to iceberg floating (on this ocean)
[3:57]Condense at a sand, reborn, refresh, and reset
[4:05]Every world, growing on the ruin of thousand death
[4:15]Chewing the last relic of cadavers
[4:21]It’s so pleased, chasing you with passion & fleeting life
[4:31]If I would learn that all these always reset

作词 : Vikta
作曲 : Vikta
编曲 : Vikta
Time Ocean
Prod. Vikta Licht
Lyric/Compose/Arrange by Vikta Licht
Every life, is created on the ruin of thousand death
Drawing the blood and skulls for survive
I’m so pleased, chasing you with passion & fleeting life
Doom to die but become so endless
Births doom all, since the sand-glass turned over
As dandelion matured on the moor
Only rain and wind, can pace its way and direction
What we done, useless
We burn our half to accept variable fortune
Try grasping the ultimatum and final hope. Would you
find the only thing approached to the real
is the feelings of incommunicable touch
Broken moonlight interlaced with broken shells
(How humbling!) This last scene is laughing at the universal cause
They tell you dream is coming true. It’s better to throw a part
But, throwing up just means it will fall
Your vestige, destine to fossilise, to be a bunker
Or be packed down, as a solid ground (for the new born)
Every soul, melt and congeal to iceberg floating (on this ocean)
Condense at a sand, reborn, refresh, and reset
Every world, growing on the ruin of thousand death
Chewing the last relic of cadavers
It’s so pleased, chasing you with passion & fleeting life
If I would learn that all these always reset