Lyric

Look this place

I can’t express other things

So far away

To reach out by myself

Killing my voice will make it

And

Feel so far away

Blood oozes out from the stones

I scoop

For all poor will be saved

Broken arms

It feels painful

But it’s history to me

I just only go forward

Killing my voice will make it

And

Feel so far away

Blood oozes out from the stones

I scoop

For all poor will be saved

Screaming to

The empty water bottle

Heard from far away

I made a song

About cloud of dust

Show you the proof