The Dead Man Whisper...

Breath a word the dead man
I know my face have no more mirror
I see that emit a stream of lifting my gravestone
Along we all tragedy
Dead oh...whisper of the world
Where peachfullness which i have to dreams?

In hymn the dead man
Bringing goods news in the middle of the night
To one have never been fallen aslip
And those who sold the pass of the life

It's voice to make fragrance
Even he life in the congelation bloods of human being.
He's eye have never shone
He's ignore what that smile.
live to teach he's obstinate