Rest place
Old golden tree in the cornner of my teacher horse
Giving a good sign for my torture hopely not a rose
Ten pairs of branch dancing as the wind blow
And the shine moving with the tempo of leaves flow
Crowded hugging the lonely sinking
Cannot forget the swear my mother wondering
Resign my self and drown offer my thinking
Step by step my sweat was leaking
Thought My self have to be free
 so I went by My self and sit the seat under that tree
Those stairs was high had struggle to climb in
My fair could fight and wanted to survive from this ill
Being lonely here warming my cold heart
And this soul felt that will be not really  hard
Give a rest  before the test
The lenka's song talking with my breath
 let me lost the heavy bag as it melowness mad
I was sure my loneliness will fade my  hardest sad
Lets drown my dear
Lets gone my fear
Do not out my tears
