Breathe for me, my Son
There’s no blood in your lung
It is almost gone..

Please, Don’t go
My young soul..

Father, now I’m dying in the river
The water is bitter
It makes me feel the fever..

No more chance
No more sense..

Now I see some way
It goes through the dail
It must be my way..

It turns up
I won’t stop..

Listen –
The Sun Is rising [bad word] to horizon [bad word]  my Son..