Graveyard

Those clouds over our heads...

What do they make....?

Cluster of depression, I guess...

Those empty street lamps,

Barefooted,

Why are they alone....?

For the night, I guess...

The beggars in this begging land

See the graveyards through the streets

Why don't they dream...?

They don't sleep, I guess...

Have you noticed the rose?

How the petals are scattered. 

Why doesn't it breathe?

The heart is broken, I see...

And there is a soul under the felon clouds,

Begging some love through the naked lamps,

With a lost and broken rose in the hands,

Dying in this graveyard...