Located between the reflection of longing
Low hit a barren grass
I admit, that you were always here.
In the cracks and the appearance of life liaison
like rain on glass
I approached with a thorn yesterday
When there was no hope of past
Increasingly becoming the closer,
My doing was not worth the normal steps
They walk ticking "in senduku
Are you sure pure soul is united?
Could it all be a set of steel stone?
everything stays like this,
not over, not sure,
I took a dilemma in itself
I approached, and I folded arms without noise
Such a pity I had hoped,
So if my independence,
I brought you into the most crowded room in the world
And no vacuum is near you,
