Sacrifice prayers ... The sun can not overcome clouds and even light can not be emittedIts hiddenThe top of the clouds will be a rugged carpet of lightLight is descending near the top of the mountainIs something descending through the lightA cloud break has a shape like an eyeI have dropped a flash of light like thatA mountain and a strange thing Feel the whole worldI feel even the universe as I go to the backBird's whispering living creatures wandering around mountainsA group of monkeys rock treesI am alert.Every time I try to understand natureWhy do you feel great thingsThe voice of the wind blowing through the forestSound flowing through a streamy river flowing in a streamI only have a small presenceEven the power of nature feels warmth and fearThere are things that have various feelingsEmbracing fear in the sound of a gun shooting a boarThe mountain echoes in the gunshot and the mountain goblinsPush the sound on your heart if you have to liveA bird's flapping sound is heard in the echoing soundThe goddess of the quiet mountain from the mountain to the mountainGoing into a small tone and disappearingIt may be that his life was robbedKeep an eye on the point where the sound hit and quietlySacrifice prayers ...Gunshot in my heart still quietReverberate ... The poet ~ Now person ...
The sun can not overcome clouds and even light can not be emittedIts hiddenThe top of the clouds will be a rugged carpet of lightLight is descending near the top of the mountainIs something descending through the lightA cloud break has a shape like an eyeI have dropped a flash of light like thatA mountain and a strange thing Feel the whole worldI feel even the universe as I go to the backBird's whispering living creatures wandering around mountainsA group of monkeys rock treesI am alert.Every time I try to understand natureWhy do you feel great thingsThe voice of the wind blowing through the forestSound flowing through a streamy river flowing in a streamI only have a small presenceEven the power of nature feels warmth and fearThere are things that have various feelingsEmbracing fear in the sound of a gun shooting a boarThe mountain echoes in the gunshot and the mountain goblinsPush the sound on your heart if you have to liveA bird's flapping sound is heard in the echoing soundThe goddess of the quiet mountain from the mountain to the mountainGoing into a small tone and disappearingIt may be that his life was robbedKeep an eye on the point where the sound hit and quietlySacrifice prayers ...Gunshot in my heart still quietReverberate ... The poet ~ Now person ...
