Ever calm at the hill top of filth,
Outside at the domain of the Precious...

The moment seams dry as time reads on,
The eyes panics, empowered by fears...

Right in front of my hut, as hunger dominate,
I kept on yelling, "God why?!&quot...

A night without night whisperers,
A night without the moon or stars...

Seven wonderful colours,
Seven amazing rays...

A day to call out a history
Freely, I let out this sole heart...