Wisdom of Leading

The innocence captures the eyes

Take the path of the leading Land

Wisdom from every lips heard

Heart starts to think of itself

Passion washes by the dry river

Thorns bear by the leaves

Stems made to be like a sword

The innocence fades in the smoke

It comes to its destination

Protecting its own robe

Shed by all the sacrifices

And darkness conquer all

How to bring the innocence back

And lead the chosen land

Heart holds to turn in the smoke

A king to a prisoner of thorns

Heart pressed deeply within

The thoughts of early path

Misguided by the lips and land

Innocent heart become a bloody crown

Memory remain in a cold water

Withers the grass of the future

Many eyes desire of the leading land

But don’t lose the innocent heart from the start