from start to finish.

can we see ourselves?

can we touch ourselves?

can we hurt ourselves?

no way, we can't.

the atmosphere is contaminated by tricks

if I take my mask away

I'd get asphyxiated.

the water is dirty

you wash your beautiful hands

that mold painful truths

I drink water, I'm also guilty.

the fire burns our dreams

the smell of regret is killing us

we fall slowly.

nice flowers have bloomed

in the earth...

what would happen if

I try to believe in love?

we lie, we get dirty, we die

but..

nice flowers will never stop blooming

in the earth, we used to walk...