Luyện nghe bài hát Epsilon

I feel like this is just a to an end.
Does it hold any as I reach the end?
to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or asleep are all but a dream.
Finality of life is something certain for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
Sifting fragments of time, drifting, away.
Sense of finality, fate is on me.
What is the of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, only sleep I'm dead.
Lost to memory, reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my finality is out the way.
have I learned?
What I forget?
rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
Each day grows as I breathe.
Or is it that every year seems to get
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
I don't want to win race.
swiftly to my grave.
Epidermis showing signs of decay from living my life.
No way to the hands of time.
Of I am sure you live, then you die.
From to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
swiftly to my grave.
Is it only me, is it all in my
Rather a fight to than an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling you're in sort of race?
Each day has more to offer, there's just no to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it my life, the fastest speed it can.