The sky gets dressed sluggishly
And we prepare for a picnic
Praying to God increased instead you interrupt my words
Because I always violate God or nature
It makes me fear
We would not get the freedom or the choice
We have to accept it and do not have time when you feel empty
Daybreak comes silently unless the earth keeps revolve
To me, to you, to the dead, to the living
Only pound my heart on that place
Only continue to look on a telephoto lens
Astrology revives at the present day in spite of they get astronomy
Fresh and barbarous music to soldiers who will be dead
