and...if there is trust which include in my fist.
and even though I cripple and crawl.I will must go.again an again.
a red wound on my wrist .
that is my weakminded . the god laugh at me.
and make me kneel down.
and Companion"s betrayal . Loss of trust . Dirty tip of the tongue.
hypocritical your hand.
I lose my breath,I lose my sight!
I lose my sense.the day before.
As pain is one progress, eye color of truth is eternal.
Will pierce my eye if seen things are untruth.
I am confident that voice of truth must be heard sometime.
without loss of time.I"ll clench my fist
my body,until broken. my body,until fall down.
my body,until be ashes. with my fist.now I rise and resists.
strive against your fate that fraud and frustrate.
cry for my destiny. until my fist is broken.
by my blackish red blood.
I"ll always stand in this situation.until my fist is broken.
by my blackish red blood.