Every evening walk is not to others No longer be lit the fire Refill your cup as hatred I swig A fruit tree in the blood so sweet Is more of a black dyed dark day Loosen the tongue-like limbs shake as the storm Eyes wide to stay in the ward yesterday Is a musical instrument will be shooting Birds which are not always escape reality A confused look and glass The most clear water is still blind Sharks live in the hearts of the people can only cracked the silence Watching the ocean burn down their own Coral chest looked extra meat Picked Death, like a little polish ornaments Decorative years after the death of - Hate me because I was thirsty