oneliness and creativity Two sisters, two lines Write a prophecy The sea of thoughts is blue Slowly, without touching Long before Expose yourself Barefoot race In the city of gold Split by the evil of others The half is thin The ringing one got lost A little fragile girl like a twig The watch faces are swinging in the wind. Light as a cloud In the sky, nail it up The freshness of breath The silence of awareness You understand a lot of things And she's strict with herself. If everything doesn't seem right, So he won't refuse On a new day, it will work out Miss you for love Meet her gentle The shores of the boundless A little fragile girl like a twig The watch faces are swinging in the wind.