Where did the fool come from?
Have a good rest here
There are roses and sweet dreams here
has everything you need
Let there always be stars during the day
Let there be always light in the dark night
Now my dear fool
Put your bags down
My poor god
Blood splattered on the altar
Eyeballs sparkle during the day
Dark night fire corrodes the heart
You look like a stone sculpture
There is a clear twist inside
I will never put down this bag
Because this is my heart
Concept: What is there in your silence?