With no lack of subtlety

[kyrasantae]

I tear myself apart for this.

All those fortunate people / I want to have them / I want to have them all
All those ignorant people / If only I could make them fall

In my heart a veil of love / Floating freely so far above

For all these years / And with this devotion / I find but all things lost in the name / Of a faded glory / Among the stars

In my heart a veil of love / Floating freely so far above

I'll fly away to the distant waters / And taste the freedom across the sea / With a dying faith in your arms' embrace

This tomorrow greets the morn / Tonight the calling of the dying of this song

(If I say it shall be different, then it shall be different.)