The air passes through the clothes I wear,
eyes, tightened as loopholes,
protect themselves from the sky moved,
Flight. Been torn from the ground.
I become matters of eternal,
The memory is lost, spreading
at a speed of a destructive cloud ,
all have me, nobody owns me,
in my hands no longer belongs to me.
eyes, tightened as loopholes,
protect themselves from the sky moved,
Flight. Been torn from the ground.
I become matters of eternal,
The memory is lost, spreading
at a speed of a destructive cloud ,
all have me, nobody owns me,
in my hands no longer belongs to me.
