Paper will endure everything, She doesn't know pain. In the earthly whirlwind, Full of teeth.
And if you allow me Too much for yourself. You can't argue anymore With a written syllable.
Paper will endure everything, But will the souls endure? Who will be responsible? To listen to all this?
And before the word Pour onto paper. What's good and bad Will it be ink?
About life or death, The soul will dictate. Paper will endure anything And the flame will fan.
