To the blind man’s hand- Warmth echoes through fingertips. Skin is colorless. Love, hate, fear-all emotion Are simply lines on a face.
To the blind man’s hand- Warmth echoes through fingertips. Skin is colorless. Love, hate, fear-all emotion Are simply lines on a face.
Swallow on rooftop- Meticulously building. Patiently repeat.
Beast inside all men- Howling at the darkened walls. Held in gentle chains.
Nian Xióng Hall 