How easily the skin weakens
Still day
The bleak help of the defendant
Still day
Whose arms are outstretched
The flawless life of a child
There's an angry feeling moving over me
It's still day
I can't see its clear logic
It's still day
Whose arms are outstretched
The imperfection of a child's life
Among the stone seasons continue
Like, a dance hand in hand and hope it is
From a white peak comes a black river
End of faith
There is a shadow at the door, they open their mouths and it calls me
This is the day
Whose arms are outstretched
The flawless life of a child
Go without her now...