When 3/\O7 hurts LOVE...

It’s a pretty sunshine that bursts out through the hole

While I’m lying down in here, waiting for rains to fall

These pretty floras getting dried and I’m waving arms

For rains to fall, wet these leaves and breathe them life 

It’s a pretty sky and those birds flying for their nest

While I’m lying down in here, hearing their pensive prayers

There are pretty branches, touching the deep blue sky

And I see no place for them to rest, in peace and harmony 

Now, I see a dark wall blocking my vision, passion

And I run towards it, to break the wall, crack its head

Oh, I climb the wall to reach its top to tap its wit

But I see a word scribbled out in blood, thick blood

Now, I’m hanging upside down, gripping on to the wall

Reading it as 3/\O7, for love is all we need…