Life, thin and light-off time and time again Frivolous  I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart  Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of eventually swaying in the desert oasis I believe I am Born as the bright summer flowers Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome Bored I heard the music, from the moon and carcass