An impression on the webs which each step
Labeling with terror, day to day,
The world another face darker
The dream is translated much more scarce,
And not sure when I do a song,
Desired a voice in joy
Just becoming hypocrisy
Looking back, there is tiredness.
And nothing else had been able to have on hand,
Even other times of new grains
And the whole getting lost in an instant,
The fight does not end meaningless,
Only I will fulfill my destiny
What every new drop is guaranteed ...