• Now a laughter wind hit my ears
    I am hidding my face from them,
    In my dwelling, in my room, in my tears.
    Coldness, numb, tourniquet.
    I am burning, I am bleeding,
    I am in peril,
    Sobody help me.
    Inside this sarcophagus body, there is only cold,
    There is only dusty, there is only
    Sadness.