a silent face can tell and shout 

the flow of will shall mark the sings

let your palms be spoken out

thousand stories, thousand lines 



as it springs the river thru our minds 

wasting effort not to find 

asking road and being blind

wasting effort not to find



let your palms be spoken out

thousand stories, thousand lines

fighting for the conquered

the lines will surely cross our path 

there's no point in taking mind

a silent face can tell and shout, let your palms be spoken out

the flow of will shall mark the sings



the lines will surely cross our path

there is no point in taking mind

thus trying to reache the reached

a silent face can tell and shout