I'm falling from the sky 

I want to glue wings of screams 

Touch the clouds full of water 



Once the world falls down 

Which I'm retreating from 

And moisten chapped lips 

Of thirsty people 



The clouds shatter an echo 

And cool my body 

They mirror the power 

Of sky in themselves 

Celestial vortex of rolling greats 

Circles in a circle waiting. 



Lake of thousand crystal drops 

Maybe waiting for the pride 

And then comes the fall 

The entire celestial crystal 

Will break into thousands of fragments 

And these will smash my face