A heart that doesn't beat

[Instrumental] [Intro] How useless to think of life Instead of living it, So meaningless are words, When you just want to stay quiet. [Verse 1] If you were a sprout yearning for light, I’d be the sky pouring raindrops On the soil drained by the heat of the fire, In the land where you bloom alone. [Chorus] Traveler, show me the way that leads to that land, I’ve heard of the miracle that exists there, Once, a star fell down there, And in the place where even the grass dies, A flower that fulfills any wish grows. [Verse 2] They wish to be happy, They are willing to live for the sake of finding the truth, I only dream of one thing, To find the star I once saw in the sky, And wished that it would Continue to fulfill people’s wishes. [Chorus] Traveler, show me the way that leads to that land, I’ve heard of the miracle that exists there, Once, a star fell down there, And in the place where even the grass dies, A flower that fulfills any wish grows. And in the place where even the grass dies, A flower that fulfills any wish grows. [Verse 2] They wish to be happy, They are willing to live for the sake of finding the truth, I only dream of one thing, To find the star I once saw in the sky, And wished that it would Continue to fulfill people’s wishes. [Chorus] Traveler, show me the way that leads to that land, I’ve heard of the miracle that exists there, Once, a star fell down there, And in the place where even the grass dies, A flower that fulfills any wish grows. And in the place where even the grass dies, A flower that fulfills any wish grows. [Verse 3] They continue to wish for love, For talent, for the home that they lost, I only dream of one thing, Enough, enough, enough, I want my tears to bring peace, And my words to strike the mind like lightning, Of those who would dare to wish. [Bridge] Traveler, seek another way that leads to another land, If you’ve heard of a miracle, it’s not here, There’s only a forest filled with sound, A place thriving with life, And I live here alone. [Outro] And the sprout that fulfilled the last wish, Becoming light, becoming life, becoming a heart... If you’ve heard of a miracle, it’s not here, There’s only a forest filled with sound, A place thriving with life, And I live here alone. [Outro] And the sprout that fulfilled the last wish, Becoming light, becoming life, becoming a heart...