Unreflected

[Verse 1]

Once it's life's fortunate, isn't this so

The unreflected feeling

Of a shortened, flattened soul

The life that cuts the cold now is in your past

In our memories, we don't have much to say

We don't have much to say

We don't have much

[Verse 2]

Follow anybody, is that what you do?

Maybe it transfits to don something else to do

Now we know what we'll be in the past

Another story

Another life that's left

Another life that's left