The earth
is hungry
I fear
but our love is strong

It passes a few years from last time we met
People are napping in sickness of the city
and smell of cedar and camphor washes the living
Everyday we look inside the graves
just like a common birth
The building with no door and no love
Is that possible to destroy it?

Look a little around yourself
Do you assume that where you are in,
the cross is nothing more than two crossing lines?

The dead are masters of question
and we are unable to answer

But I fear again
The earth
is hungry