The house, the storm
Feather and tar


Art, existence
The flower in the sewer


The days of mourn are pass
All sorrow aside
I finally arrived

In a realm I thought not be true
Here I dwell forever
Eternal ease

Found a lotus in the sewer
A lake for the sword
No longer sick of shining

No longer scared of burning

The world has silenced

The voices are gone
I made oil my water
And dust my air

Found relief, salvation
Quit the downward spiral
Sad years, bygone

Future - the brightest white

Grand, imperial peace

I left the wretched, the scarred
Despise all grief
Antagonism obsolete