Luyện nghe bài hát Exoplanet I: Void

We long to feel our outside centrifugal conditions.
An orderly solar system will outlast this center system.

As we leave our galaxy, certainty abandoned.
The referential of man are lost, nothing is relative.

Cold and empty space and swells.

Time is moving at speeds and our instruments are useless.

Oscillating obsession, apparatus.
cycles put my mind at ease.

Bodies sustain what this was built for.
The body cannot sustain what this was for.
We oscillation, no other way.