When I stare... and stare... and stare...
Hoping to reach the immortals,
Hoping to earn the honest proverbs,
Hoping myself to resurrect the waves.
All the motions, the lights,
I stare and I stare again...
To bits, the eyes of explorer,
the odd syndromes... flow by one heart,
in all circuits.
And there will be wind...
echoes frighting the lanterns,
the curse of devilish children.
Through blood and tears,
Our hope...has reached an end.
The Beddio, 0000.