First I felt the hit, then the explosion.
A thousand pieces floating around.
Time seemed to stop, or passed in slow motion.
I couldn't feel a thing after that
In a room as white as snow,
With an endless corridor.
The beating of your heart.
The beating of my heart

I was in a dream when a man told me twice:
"Life does not end with the death"
For so long as I believe in codes that were so oblivious
In a room as white as snow,
With an endless corridor
The beating of your heart
The beating of my heart

You are the sun and I am the sea.
You can dive into me.
You are the sun and I am the sea.
You can dive into me
Feels like I'm back to home.
The air is proper to my lungs.
Pack the stuff that we like and reminds our friends.
Cause we may not come back soon.
We may not come back soon.
We may not come back.
We may not come back soon.