Silent are his journey and his roaming
He migrates across infinite places
Obscure lands, face to face
One hundred masks like buds of grass
He trampled them with a sea of tears
Dried, they cannot wrinkle
destiny to die, forever Is to die forever
Now, once again, he glimpses the chasm
Try to breathe deeply
Without defining the last step
Toward the void that turned up (turn yourself)
Almost sinking in his fears (his own fears)
The thoughts draw to a close
An existence without lonely places
He pretends to resist
To return back
Down, down
Remembers his past
The thoughts drive him
trampled grass
Tied, tied
That chains his wandering
Oh tied, tied
That chains his wandering ...his wandering
Wandering through a path of farewell
An infinite maze, no way out
Only distant lights
Toward the void that turned up (turn yourself)
Almost sinking in his fears (his own fears)
The thoughts draw to a close
An existence without lonely places
Falling down on his knees (drop down)
Broken body lies on the ground (on a shattered ground)
Crawling on the wall
Where everybody wrote off their awareness
wetland takes shape all around
The fascination of the end caresses his naked skin
Fearful to catch every movement, he waits and breathes
He lies there, I see him
He is transfigured