Let me take in your arms
Oh, the city of southern verge.
Accept this insignificance life
And let it blow through your wind.
The kiting of that life without any question
Who conceived the ritual as the husk of truth.
Let him introduce the truth
As it sweeping throughout the ages.
Thus this micro life manifests as the cumulus to him
Always tend to extract the mysteries through the manifestation
As an astray of alley sniff around for the truth all the day.