Moments of You, shifting.

How ambient sounds could move you,
Slowly, sharp with deep thoughts
moving you bit by bit.
Move your body as the song plays
while flipping through pages and pages of...
; It is your fault that things move.

Track One:

To tell a friend a story now days
is just as hard as telling giving an advice
to a novice.
Whether good or bad, they just won’t care
they laugh through time and forget.
Like summers, the warmth is just…
Like drinking coffee early morning
Smelling the fresh air at night
It’s just...everything looks beautiful.

Like playing solos and I zoned out
for a moment there, I thought I was floating.
The sadness of flipping through photos
is like watching terrorist murdering aimlessly.
Like how a warm summer air turn cold
I know that feel, too well.

Track Two:

When I hear church bells ringing,
I envy those who got married
Like watching a man buying a Ferrari.
Sometime you just know if the man deserves it or not
; I’m just saying.
Having a candid shot is just a beautiful one
If the picture is perfect, it is beautiful
Like having post-rock playing and at the same time
creating stories in your mind without the lyrics.
You just know the stories hidden within the song.

Watching a bird flying away from your window
Creep around your mind looking for uncertain reaction;
"Yes you always wonder in floating feel and left the world.
On a dark night, you stall time with bottles of them.
You know, you have change a lot these days
You do odd things, think of random things."

There are moments when I feel, so empty and lost in
translations I could never translate because for me,
I vary my thoughts so I won’t be bothered to care.

This is the rebirth of your past.