The sky seems to be crying.
Sky. I can only take every step I can.
Dreaming is harder.
Because dreams are afraid of being disturbed, dark clouds accumulate! )
I'm awake, and I know the spray in the puddle-
It's full of people, scratching, and it's a pool of broken jade souls
-Think about the victim.
If I'm not dead, I'm not dead )
I pulled myself together, with my numb facial features.
And form; Feel the sweat on your forehead. Suddenly, I can move.
The pace is probably like a sultry storm, with lightning and thunder.
For example: a crying sky, every dead soul.
There will be a sigh.
For example, the living know before they die.
A coffin label with the name of the end of life on it.
This has nothing to do with rainy days, but with a coffin. )
This reminds me of ancient monsters.
With a head and no body, people eat themselves.
Let it be, let it be, a folk contemporary black beast.
There is a sultry storm in my body, lightning and thunder.
I can only take one step when I can move,
If you don't want to die like this;
If you don't want to be so numb.
In the afternoon, I heard a few dull thunder.
-I think of the jade soul playing a clear vocal music.