On the dropping ice, Is there no white or black ? The expanding voices comes from saying heart The map of no creator starts with birth , born , blood
Living flowers can flight the light of earth , map , mind flash of sex The garden will see the sea of deep dark, love , what the fuck
Tearing with smiled wings Painful sky is colourful jokes Flying with blinded dreams Clouds can be seen from moving hearts to running road Bay God bit !
When one knows to need the pure blood, he can find the nautural art Yeah, love is the blood of universe And also, the universe is the map of diverse just diverse.
Mg Yay Chan