歌词
Raised your hands by the Nile
and held your case to inquire
of the tiles and strings
born by those kings
who fought their way for the aperture.
Size and makes and bazaars where
two in ten come in cars.
And the cards they buy,
who knows and why?
All in wait for the aperture.
Sand inside，cables were dry，
wafer signs，stables and why you know to show