May Scribble, First prefix;

ㅤㅤㅤThe hum of the song embraces the
ㅤㅤㅤRomance of the soul softly the mind
ㅤㅤㅤGreets the face that is almost drowned In
ㅤㅤㅤThe sea of ​​dreams the night-breather.
ㅤㅤㅤFighting the rain, drinking traces of the
ㅤㅤㅤWorld's nameless. He who tries to read
ㅤㅤㅤThe direction In the dark, summons the
ㅤㅤㅤLight hidden behind the characters.

ㅤㅤㅤStanding alone trying to recognize
ㅤㅤㅤThe voice of longing, is he there still
ㅤㅤㅤStaring at the memories? where are
ㅤㅤㅤYou going to run, let go of the morning
ㅤㅤㅤAnd try to turn the sun. Are you still
ㅤㅤㅤAsleep and dreaming, worshiping
ㅤㅤㅤLove without worldly thirst.

ㅤㅤㅤMemories of rain are calling you and
ㅤㅤㅤStill calling your name. Even though
ㅤㅤㅤThe wound tries to distance yourself
ㅤㅤㅤFrom the past time loop
the moon there
ㅤㅤㅤStill longs for you to
Return to it
ㅤㅤㅤWithout wiping away the tears of rain on your face.