For the season of juniorly waiting for Our Life Hope of our Life Rope Dry garden in the garden thirsty water My lost heart is sandy in the desert I lived in my past mirrors. They said that the life of these two days Wow two days is my body burns I lived in the mirror of my past I broke that mirror woe to this time
You are all strange in this period I have a hammer The mirror of the past I lived my sadness I broke that mirror.
