
Death is feared.
But every time something dies, something new appears.
Full of life.
Totally unaware of death that came before the sunrise…

Death is feared.
But every time something dies, something new appears.
Full of life.
Totally unaware of death that came before the sunrise…

They say that even if it’s dark
Lose no hope
Cause the sun will rise again
But the sun will die one day
Why care?
Do you need light to discover yourself?

Embryos being old.
Humans being born.
How can the new succeed what is gone?
How can the wise man ever be young once more?
How can life be alive without ever dying,
how could death die without being alive?
Oh, deep inside I knew.
From the very beginning, the cosmos was old.
(And then, it was born…)