Stories have been said,
And projects have been made,
And our sour breaths are making our unconsciousness alive,
And our crystal eyes are showing our real feelings

And it is 7 at the morning
And the sky is clearer
And our dry skins aren't under artificial lights anymore,
So does as our truths and feelings

They are alive.
and seeing the light,
The nature light of life
Ready for you to take control of them,
Ready for those projects being said to be on earth,
But your sour breath doesn't say anything else,
And soon
Your sour breath
Will be gone
And those projects
And those stories
And those feelings
Will be buried
And unspoken,
But ready to float when that breath comes again...