Hide the attraction of common lie
On the existing eye of the sky
As only nothing is really true
Nobody watching what you will do
By calculation circles of the sun
On many places time can not run
As once again you can tell me too late
There is nothing to calculate
Since a black hole is on the top
Swallowing in all around non-stop
With the cold wind every day come and go
For destinations that ever not known
On early sunrise after sunset
Each day the same what we really can get
Lightning and thunder on circling sky crack
Impassive nonage will never come back
