FORWARD THE ROPE I STANG

Winter crosses its layer

Spring not value to care

Bring no month or day

Blossoming moon so rared

Cause enemy to be friend

Ribbons bows held in head

Shadows are watched

To the death i saw

True the night mare falls

I got no regret to sorrow

War i let to go

Hands tired with blood 

Flowers i need to feel

Fragrence flow in water

                  PERFECT

They all are perfect

Till the last breath line