We lost our family
We lost our home
We lost our language

We lost our life

Why did they come?

What did they want?
My Mortia.
Why I'm standing here?


I arrived a Kingdom of the Gold.
They killed us but why did they do that?


The evil,king.
Did you get something at the sacrifice of us?

What did you want at the sacrifice of us?
You lost your heart instead of the gold.
King,you lost your soul.


I am here.
My friend.

Please forgive me.
Please.
When you were killed by them.

I just cried and ran.

That day,

I lost my all.
My home.
My dream.

My love.

You gave me a parrot.

He doesn't speak.
But he sings a nostalgic song.
I remember.

We often sang it.
The song without a lyric.


We call our home Mortia.
We lost our home Mortia.