An empty world filled with ashes,
the sky turns gray as time passes.
Bones are scattered, but the blood is
nowhere to be found,
The wind alone recalls the hearts
that used to pound.
On the lonely face of the world
A piece of nature has been burned.
There stood a lady in a gown
I could see she wore a silver crown.
She was roaming freely as a bird,
her mouth was shut, I couldn't hear a word. ...