Sync Different

I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning
An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally
To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally
3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want



























I’m gonna beOlder






Finally

How could I find the hollow through the water?How to find the path?Walking on through the buried flowerAnd the grass ?We can’t see the ground.
How to see, to cross the stream ?The border disappearHow to see the river in the liquid blur ?All the features are erased.
Let’s through there some paperboatTo mark out the wayLet’s mark contour in our reportWith always opened eyesWe can’t see the ground.
Let’s walk in this desert of dropsTo mark out the wayLet us create our own view and test sunglowAll the line are released