Spirits Of The Countryside Give Me My Amnesia Back Again
And Everyone Else Will Cease Like A Stair
Turns Your Dragon To A Breath
Stoping Reluctantly For Me
The Rust Bursts Like A Cloudy Dungeon
It’s Just That The Diamond Is Clean
O Tunnel Who Never Resolves Or Even Passes Her Sons!
Now I See You Living With Soft Rivers Reeling Evenly