In a bare plain under the desert sun a leaving old swamp in the hands of the captive soil I am that old marsh from all over the world Hot Sun to my chains of the earth
I was the same as I wanted to be the sea Under the old sky But my luck fell to the desert my eyes were there behind that high mountain but the fate of the head on Ram has a hole
fell into the pit. This bottom Hey I am living my life. I am here with my own eyes. I see my fate. My fate is my captive
