I'm not hansom,
I'm not skinny...

What is the past good for when the present is...
Some look into it and often cheer...

I asked how you were,
You said to me: "There will be another girl...

It is today- I hear a noise-
The day of death- like the footsteps of the sky...

The power of dark will spread through the family...
Like a creeping and destructive poison vine...

He is strong and brave,
Yet works for the weak and cowardly...

It was a clear spring day,
Birds were chirping to a blooming flower...

That night of nights,
A yearly tradition...

I will wait for the Great Awakening,
When the world sees itself...

What reason could it be?
That holds us here...

A ticket and a tow,
Your car will be impounded...

I feel this as though forced by some mysterious...
If I could only find the reason...