The days, the nights, land and sea
To the world that she left, if she did
Thought that she could name them
As she saw herself in a mirror
Slightly steamed with her sigh
The tear that's not going to dry
And the fear that she gets used to
The words that she hates for the reason she hates
Hollows of dreaming of the past
The prayer for the dead who got a slap in the face
Feeling of picking up a broken cup
Still doesn't want to mend her ways
For the purity of blue after rain
To the world that she left, if she did
