Memories

I met with the mother hale
old wounds suddenly ceased fire burns,
inside suddenly frustrated,
we see a decline over the past into the present
, where the wailing soul made me go past,
he babble still come up the river,
our at the heart
of the bridge will make tai someday
we must not be seen,
the memory will not return to the river spirits
like this life, this jene
false santanaya the light of truth,
killed quite enough If the people are stabbed by a whip of conscience, then
they will get rid of stones.
If
you see many lies in the light of truth, you will sing the message of consolation
, change over time,
if you are seen again, you will be able to
unknowingly say -
'Broken day kantanti song'.