Lyrics: EaC陳
Music: EaC陳
Arranger: EaC陳
The philosophers are only interpreting the world in different ways
But the point is we must all be changing.
She’s seeing light through blur, its shape unclear.
It’s not defined — she’s lying, near.
The soul that wakes feels truth it can’t ignore.
It wavers 'tween the real and what’s unsure.
This is the world we’re living in today,
When people lose their faith, they stop believing anyway.
They doubt themselves, the world’s a ruin now.
All desire is all they allow.
Nature reflects the soul we’re meant to know,
On mountain tops, our spirits softly glow.
There’s something deep yet vague, though the world may sin.
Truth’s light breaks through the dark within.
It’s light and dreams, a bond we’re living in.
Even if the world feels low, we’re still within.
Truth isn’t bought or coined, it’s not routine.
We magnify what we perceive, unseen.
The world turns crude, but we still bloom.
Even when it’s base, we’re flowers in bloom.
The sages make light the star of every scene.
True art reveals what’s holy, pure, and clean.
They let mood and change shape what we’ve seen.
They draw from love and all we’ve ever been.
The light of love guides hearts that stray.
Even when bold, the style stays true each day.
Even when lines fade, depth still grows.
He lets us see what no one knows:
He who has a why can bear the how.
The inner fire outshines the faintest glow.
"Love’s light sparks all creation’s flow."
He shows us love — humble, deep, and slow.
The deepest dark? It’s not the lack of light.
But having lamps we fear to ignite.
The greatest courage? Facing what’s inside.
Not fighting worlds, but truth we hide.
In blur, we see what light reveals —
The noblest truth our spirits feel.
The light that cuts through night is star most true.
The sages make light the star of every scene.
True art reveals what’s holy, pure, and clean.
They let mood and change shape what we’ve seen.
They draw from love and all we’ve ever been.
The light of love guides hearts that stray.
He lets us see —
Even if the world turns base, we still bloom bright today.
A humble love, so deep, so creatively strong,
In blur, we see what’s true where light belongs.
That’s where the noble echoes sing — our lasting song.
True saving isn’t found in rules or might,
But in the love that wakes up deep inside each heart and soul —
Love’s the only light that breaks the darkest night apart.
I’m believing in you, my soul — the other me must not degrade.