1000 times she cried
And on those tears, 1000 lies...

As the jet flies over the dusky sky
A bee sprawls across a flower...

Dresses once green in life's leisure
Turn, and flit as edges outline gold and crisp...

The dame once happy now at rest
Beauty now a wilt...

Against the Battering wind he strains
Away from conformist crowds...

A thousand stabs of a blade at a solemn chest
Without a quiver, the blood gushing out of this...

Here we stand, embrace
I clutch on to you...

You pushed me away,
On the frigid sand...

Life: a pebble falling down
Ripples never end...

As eyes like charcoal
Carras rose red lips in lust...

As sad as grieving stature,
As injured as our faith...

Jet plane passes by
Three Thousand die, destiny...