The south winds blow to the west
hoping to find that what man has yet to destroy...
Your songs, its melodies lining like silk
the darkness between rays upon rays of starlight...
Know that stars shine bright
It acts as your guiding light...
Enough
How long you are going to run...
The mirror of truth
gazing at you...
I am not face, who needs identification
I am not beautiful painting, who needs gaze...
*VERSION 1- Secular
There is a choice...
We all have differences
some big as vociferances...
life goes in hand with death
takes off her clothes...
what is life .....
is it sadness or pain...
To welcome means kindness
To judge is a common phrase...
She thought that he was charming
Her friends say that he is so cute...