The [bad word] of time have stopped
The ecstatic quietude
Sucks up every fear
And every desire 

Illuisons of the moment
Featureless figures
Intensified feelings [bad word] behind my shadow 

In this vastness
I can feel your presence
I cannot understand
Your misleading words 

Inconceivable beauty
Sweet melody
Forgotten senses
Are walking up 

Dark in the dark
Always and never
This is the time
Of total purification 

Lost in thought
Trying to touch
The perfect moment
But the clock strikes again