Is there a place
Where I can pay respects
For the death of my family?
(Show some respect)
Between the three of us
(There is the mother and the child)
(Then there is the father and the child)
A fair men and a woman
(We'll try and call off love)
So where do I go to make an offering?
I fall on maybes
Make my flowers fall
The pendants
So where do I go to make an offering?
To mourn our miraculous
Try and go father mother child
Father, mother child
How will I sing us
Out of this sorrow world?
Build our safe bridge
For the child out of
This pain
Gone pain gone
I raise a monument of love
There is a swarm of sound
Our own hourglass
And we can hear it
And we can get hit by it
It will relieve us from the pain
It will make us a perfect
This place of solutions
This place of solutions
This location of solutions