Father told me not to dance with the rain,
Every time I felt despair in my bloody pain,
Black moth keeps flying around my head,
Give me headache, like drowning in the deep lake...
The blue fountain splashing the dark water,
In the river of polystyrene and rusty stuff,
There is another dirty mansion need to be clear,
I need a crystal air, because my past view is polluted enough...
Souls That Was Silent Enough To Smile
