Thoughts that twist
Leading to a desireful swift
From earth to heaven
Where my mind shall not be beaten
...
Rain falls
To wet my soul
The thunder in my heart scolds
The atmosphere too cold
...
Twisted
Thoughts that twist
Leading to a desireful swift
From earth to heaven
Where my mind shall not be beaten
Getting out of the prison
Like a bird finding its reason
Other than simply loving its freedom
To cure loneliness' boredom
Dizziness makes me lost
Temporarily having to tost
My duties for a short while
To find solace in the taste of rye
Somatoform stomach ache
Destroys my mental shape
From fear to anxiety
To quench the thirst of satiety
Every living second of my life
Shall be counted as enjoyment
With a fountain of accomplishment
Or a deep well of plight