Souvenir

The darkness is deep,bitterness meaningful

this country is strange,its voices scary

I think I've never been here before

There is cry of a child and roar of a beast

lame innocence clutched in hands of rage

There are pits,craters,labyrinths

all so deep,deep with water

to quench the thirst,catch the moon

beast and child are there soon

This country is strange,its voices scary

I think I've never been here before

Oh,it's bitter-with pain and rage

yet why I think,I know this language...

Ah,don't mind... I'm crazy!!