Trace of a Dry Tear
The shape of happiness
The room, sealed off
Poverty and starvation
Trace of a dry tear
Discipline is nothing but a wish
Absurdity of fairness
I feel nothing but sorrow
Everything seems as swinging pendulum width
The curtain that hides our growing hatred veils
The way to look ahead
A one eyed magi
I wonder what appears in his sight
The new idea turns into a claw, and it scratches into my body
New born hatred and cruelty pierce me with a fragment of tear