Get rid of all false greetings

A poker face is the best response

Standing on a reef seven feet from the island

To imagine oneself still far from death

Close my eyes, I listen to the wind

Sitting on the shore, she watches the forest dance

Wet, cold, lonely, death hovers in the air

The air seems to stand still, suffocating


Black and white waves roll, beating the rhythm

Heavy clouds press down, casting a wonderful string music

In the final music, I listen to the wind