In the wooden house
The home for the old
A dwelling for the dusk
Theres's an old woman sitting on the chair
She faces the opened window
Holding a pillow
Watching the sky flows
There's no one there
The honor betrayed
Where is the loyalty?
The old woman can't realize
The throne is turning
But her words is still bleeding heart
But an awe is not eternal
But she can't learn
But she can't feel
The door is opened
The air is blowed
Chilling the feather
The old woman shivers
But there's no one there
She still can't learn
She still can't feel
