I think which map lies on that face,
That girl lands on an empty space.
Give me answer why she is forlorn today?
Why she breathes absorbing all dismay?
Death! You are better than her face,
Why haven’t you relieved her of this fate?
All happiness of this Earth
Be dissolved by her acid burnt tears,
Who are responsible
For this unfortunate world?
Whether her beauty or her dreams
Let her throw in to this path?
Return her beauty,
Let her live,
Or her apathy will bring death for all.
We will die burning in this acid burnt Earth,
Save her beauty rubbing all dirt.