Unspoken words of truth
Suppressed by cries of death.
Pure image of innocence
...
Hands of the Wind
Playing with water
Satisfying himself
With drowning vessels
...
There is no way for light
For the clouds of darkness
Covered my heart's sky
...
Lost in life's endless island
With the salty sense of unsureness
Heart heavy with the confusing memories
Eyes full of fear from time's black hole
...
The crowd of blinds
Spinning the webs of convention
Around the wings of their fly
...
What A World! ! !
Unspoken words of truth
Suppressed by cries of death.
Pure image of innocence
Perished in smog of impure.
Inherent s of empire of sun
Exiled by night intruders.