The shadow plunged from a mirage
All Maya life apart
Here is the result of mixing
Than life game
Went round the winding due to flow
Was clothed dream .....
Our hope. . . our dreams
May. . . .
Colorful
Your history than the rough brush strokes
Although the finger drops of blood falling
Under artificial color
Sixty years
The rice dish meals
The proposed code at a fair level
between the prison walls
Democratic Echo
If Heart
You can hear more often.
