Sharp dust into the sky,
Broken world, shattered in her endless cry…
I want to be prepared for this escape,
the escape to the unreachable ability to safe..
But the knives seem to wound my open cuts only more
and the alarm in danger seems to sound so sour..
My heart stops beating when millions of cuttle are flying in the air like the treachery,
and astringent discrimination..
Yet, I try to save my heart from her bleeding,
the bleeding in this fright..
In this moment we hear the falling of the light;
the light of thousands of innocent lives…