the past sins

 to the mankind that lives near,

from the mankind in charge

deliver the message from the past

it may be late,

we seen blood already!

the soul is dying to apology,

the soils had grown from the tears

the flesh kneel to the ground

may you condone the past sins

come to the eden

 dear angel above heaven,

the servant's dying to find

the right path to the time

some is taking the rest,

while the other gather and lost

dear angel above the earth,

please do us a favor!

why don't take us near the river?

we can walk to the garden

as you whisper the almighty

"they're coming to the Eden!"

it's your hair

the only thing i could stare

from your back i can feel the cold

it does kill me softly

stab to the lungs

it's your eyes

i can't even stare

you look sharper than the knife

cut me to the vein

that's so bad

my heart can't take it

she put the smile on her face

letting go all her egos

tryna be friend w the wind

flying in the sky

sippin the black coffee

nicer than the wine

in a very bright morning

the shadow of your own

showed up down the road

vanishing all the living soul

dampen up the glorious sunlight

givin' up to the highlight

meeting up in the bright light

bury me to the grave

of your own

so that i could live forever

mastering the heaven

of the hell

judging the slave

of the angel

pleasing the beauty

of the evil

who haunted in the future

happy life

she sent her smile

throw away her sad

she chose to live

a happy life