If the house becomes home

Empty words, sacred place

I have been hidden from your face

Plenty minds, common root

Money shows your neighborhood

 

Enjoy that world Disaster of nature

Pencil as a sword, My flash as paper

Forget that world No reason to be

The darkness of cold … is what you want

 

To study is never too late

And never too late to die

I am not looking for to create

Is it big deal to buy?

All treasures were separated

de-bo-nairly by me

You forward to dig this mine

To grave my forgotten dream

 

Enjoy that world Disaster of nature

Pencil as a sword, My flash as paper

Forget that world No reason to be

The darkness of cold … is what you want

 

What is the life starts from?

Wherein lies begins from

What is the life starts from?

If the house becomes home