Where is the foot standing?...
When the earth no longer remembers the soul .. Where are you going to go home?...
If there is no place to live ...
Although the heart still believes ...
But passion is everywhere...
It's heavy ... no light is expected ...
Now I'm dying ...
Wait for my legs to heaven ..
Looking for the poles to lean ..
And letting go of the falling bumps ..
I was stranded ...
Buried under the rubble of the wound ..
I do not know who will survive But I, powerless ...