I see a lighthouse right ahead.
The shine get stronger every step I took;
I saw my body - lying on the bed,
So fragile and so possible to broke.
The words are forceless to portray
The colors of the mist around;
And that is all; there's nothing more to say,
When everything just vanish with no sound.
Cold sanctuary, made by ripped hearts -
This is the universal truth untold;
A piles of bones and body parts
Upon the path of sadness I behold. ...