She is very young dear
Doesn’t know how can be here?
Without the trust and care,
She is lying on the lonesome yard.
Raindrops come and touch her
She feels as the mystic art
Holding its heart as peer
A soothing potion is everywhere.
Suddenly a dart from the hub
Strikes her beautiful earth
She goes to lose her passion
A story is rolling without any caption.
A girl with her sweet dream
Now only stuck into the screen
That reflects the new life’s pillar
She is turning into the Silent Killer.
Who is responsible for this part?
For whom, she will be alive?
The darkness covers over the heart
She is now the Killer of arts.
