The marshy soil soaked our legs, yet our faces are warm with joy. The marshy soil soaked our legs, yet our faces are warm with joy.

No beautiful words, No beautiful faces, No beautiful gifts could admire him. No beautiful words, No beautiful faces, No beautiful gifts could admire him.

Expecting you in my tear-filled eyes. You stepped in. Expecting you in my tear-filled eyes. You stepped in.

Still, there is a deadly silence, which speaks of the stories of the seashores. Still, there is a deadly silence, which speaks of the stories of the seashores.