We've spent hours of our mercy,

Wandering in lakes...

That are filled with silhouettes of snakes,

And dreaming of their lavish fangs

...

We spend our greed on materials...

To represent the statues who passed from the atmosphere,

And whisper their history upon all hearts

...

We mark ourselves with triumph,

And bleed turmoil

We are like salmons in a stream...

Swimming along the riversides,

And hoping to survive against the grains of heavenly tears...

We have eyes,

But sometimes we walk without them

...

We give our hearts to thorns,

And end up stabbing ourselves...

Where is your hug?

Do you need one?

Because together,

We can give your heart the treatment it deserves...