다크 미러 오브 트레지디 - ichnography on delusion

이 노래는 사랑하는 사람의 기억이 담긴 공간을 다시 세우려는 절절한 마음을 표현한다
사랑의 흔적이 남아 있는 벽과 기둥을 통해 과거의 감정이 되살아나고, 그 사람의 존재가 모든 것을 새롭게 만드는 과정을 노래한다
끝내 그리움이 가득한 공간 속에서 그를 찾으려는 의지를 드러낸다

"Follow me"
Run through walls,
go with your voice.
Walls and window
frames I built,
I see your eyes
through them,
If your eyes are not
moon's color,
Ceiling and floors I draw,
your breath fills them,
If your breath is not
scent of dusk,
Stairs and pillars I carved,
Your gesture drifts
across them,
If your gesture is not
a flame of rose,
You're just a woman in dream.

Burn crossbeams and
pillars across the edifice.
The white wallpaper
which means the north,
A spiral staircase
showing the sun,
They become an endless
gallery of marble,
Window of ceiling
which the breeze blows,
They become
a living room having
A pond the raindrop
made to meet you again,
Erase the world's memory
of ichnography,
Evoke your gestures
and your traces.
Stack the bricks up again,
put all pillars again.

Your footsteps
fill somewhere
In my edifice over again.
Like a child who
get lost in dream,
I follow your sound
in edifice I built.
I start following you
even I don't recognize
What I'm doing.
The pillar which you
leant and rested against,
Becomes a window
showing the hill,
The sculpture of
the gate which you kissed
Becomes a terrace
floating on the ocean.
All space in which
you're disappearing
becomes new space,
The end of love
never caught falls
To appearing
among the walls.
The end sticking thorns
fully is singing
With bleeding love.
Your end drawing blood on
ceilings and floors,
Walls and pillars
of my edifice.
My hands are almost
touching it.
But it's vanishing
somewhere.

Now, the edifice
on my ichnography,
is becoming the space
no one can leave,
fills with blood
of your moonlight,
your dusk, your flame,
and your love.

Burn crossbeams
and pillars across the edifice.
The white wallpaper
which means the north,
A spiral staircase
showing the sun,
They become an endless
gallery of marble,
Window of ceiling
which the breeze blows,
Fireplace of red bricks
burning always,
They become a
living room having
A pond the raindrop
made to meet you again,
Erase the world's
memory on ichnography,
Evoke your gestures
and your traces,
Stack the bricks up again,
put all pillars again,
If I finish building it,
you never escape from me.