Behold her, standing at the fence, I vow to her ignorance. Behold her, standing at the fence, I vow to her ignorance.

Time has imprinted so much on our soul, Like a speck of dirt, withered to behold Time has imprinted so much on our soul, Like a speck of dirt, withered to behold

A bloomed lotus standing majestically Is certainly a sight to behold A bloomed lotus standing majestically Is certainly a sight to behold

Time was running out, and stayed my feet so clenched with ye brown of the soil so repulsive! Time was running out, and stayed my feet so clenched with ye brown of the soil s...

He was the mirage yet he was her soul... He was the mirage yet he was her soul...

To the disquiet mind that qualms. To the disquiet mind that qualms.