There is nothing before you
I have already removed (you)
There is no such purity
But I was (still) looking
Who are you? Where are you from?
Didn’t dirt touch your hands?
Amazed
I took the blunt knife in my hand
I'm stabbing my faults into my wings
Be patient, be patient
One hit (at me), another hit (at me), I also hit back
While hitting it, I stopped when I ran into him
The sky changed, it became a mirror then
(And) I saw something pure for the first time that day