Memorize your war anew
Like a violin unused in a room
Roam fields on a red lake
Often evening embraces the placid dew
Certain fallen red leaves in the silver morning left
Gold, yellow and hectic red among autumn's few

Empty words are bleeding
What lies beyond the suffering
As peace comes to no fruition
Part logic and part indecision
After a countless number of thoughts
We all are equal under one, God