Funeral gives you sandalwood,

In the hands of the will of the will,
In the yard of poverty, with one foot, when you look for the sun in the chest of the dragon,
What a beautiful society then,
Funeral gives you sandalwood,
In the last story, in the farewell letter ...!
I swear, lately
No more fear of death,
In the foolishness of repeatedly saving so much,
In the courtyard of faith,
I have been buried many times in silence ..!
Again, again,
I want to take a deep breath,
I want to survive a little more,
At least in name only,
A little half, or a little ...!
God is in the fire,
Save by burning, save by burning ...!
After all,
I will be one in the infinite constellation,
In this belief, I bet on your wet sky, the galaxy of sighs,
I'm not a boyfriend,
God forbid, my name is Pathik ...!