In the wet the memory stuck
Drifting recalls smoldering shadows
Visible colors at the top of the eye
I think the dancing memory is singing around
Still remembering me
Grasping reality
Warm up against the cold
Carrying up to the heart
I do not want to forget
The taste in the red field is still punctuated
In the western shadow I hung it
With the rain he melts
The rain was heavy
Crawled for cracks
Hard rock hit me
Tergiang want to tread
I have not dissolved into ashes
I'm still a memory that will not disappear
Being one-third memories that live in the rain of the night
I'm still a story for today and forever.