The cool morning dew wets the black dress. The stone road is foggy. My father is whispering.
The helpless realization can only become more cruel. Everything is for the road to the church.
The mist that never blows away disappears the intention, who walks softly and stops
Before you have time to cry, the bullet that passed through took away the temperature
Each of us is guilty of different sins
I can decide who should sleep with whom
Arguments cannot be settled in the never-ending night
Shut your mouth the only favor
Those who stand in the way are guilty and regretful, and there is no way out.
There are no suitable words to judge that feeling in the name of the Father
Like laughing and crying while staring at the complete blackness
The tragedy that stops the spread of tragedy makes me intoxicated
Lower your head and kiss my left hand in exchange for the promise of forgiveness
The old pipe organ plays music in the corner all the time
The black curtain was blown by the wind and the sunlight penetrated silently.
Sprinkle it on the beasts that I have tamed
Silent shouting, silent shouting, loneliness begins to ferment
Keep laughing at me and the memories gradually burn
The once innocent picture, the cruel tenderness, the fragility, the time has come, let's pray together
Merciful Father, I have fallen into a kingdom where I cannot see sin. Please forgive my arrogance.
No one can say that it's hard to bear the glory. There is a loneliness carved behind it.
When I closed my eyes, I saw the scene from that dream again. The sky was filled with mist.
My father held my hands and walked gently along the quiet stone road in the early morning.
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