Year by year,
day by day,
I still stand here.
I rot here,
no pain,no blood,
from my skin to my bone.
You are my sin.
You stand towards me,
tearing,bleeding.
You keep silent,
I keep quiet.
In distant place,
there's two long long ladders,
one to heaven,the other to hell.
All the joy is gone.
All the temperature is frozen.
The world is split into two parts,
one for light,one for dark.
Through a mirror,there's two surfaces,
one for reality,one for nihility.