Sounding the horn!

The soul,flying to the heaven...

512,1428,the figures would be ironed in our deepth.

I was on that way,keep talking to those flying subjects;I wished I could remember some sections of bible.Oh, Jesus, I'm praying,praying...

Those children,those lives,those tragedy,those nightmare...

Azrael took too much treasure,but we cannot do anything to stop.Horrible is making sense to the hell shake,definitely.

No music,no entertainment,no hubbub,no,no,no,I wanna say No to the disaster, to the hell.

On that way, I met a cute guy, fixing his eyes on me,I could feel the ardent sight.I interrupted the story with indifferent response.

Ending, looking forward to meeting miracles.

Standing in silence.