Many times is ordinary
Many winds are calmly scraped
I am sitting in the old fashion
Imagine blade in your hand
Which lonely sky should be drawn
I don't know the wound in the chest
Sand City, which is lost in which beach
Many times, there is wind
Many times, this is quietly
Only when there is rain
I know that you can't avoid it in the other side.
Only when
I know that you are always me.
Unrecognized pain
