• As I sit in my chair,

    I look to the west,

    See an Evergreen,

    Singing his song of turmoil,

    With his dead soil,

    It makes me wonder,

    I wonder if I'll ever be less somber,

    And I see near the end,

    All the leafs they've turned red,

    And they say,

    It's all in my head,

    But I know It's more than that,

    The reigning sea of fire,

    Burns eternally in the land,

    All tree and life turns to sand,

    And all people have sealed the land,

    And all the people don't conjoin hands.

    And we and my head rests in my hands,

    Bearing tears made of copper,

    We see all of the land,

    Once abundant and hand in hand,

    And we feel It's all for reason,

    But I can't stand the fact,

    That I can't turn back,

    All I know is ending,

    All loss is dead endings,

    And the world is in deadlock,

    But all we have is dead loss,

    We can't really change,

    All we see is the lonely breeze,

    And my only relief,

    Is in a lone lotus leaf.