My hidden slab he cannot discover,
My PLAN B he cannot predict.
All his threats are a laughing matter,
It's whatever, I wouldn't even be pricked!
When I think of the time I disobeyed Abraham,
I think of the mess I'm in now...
I hear a voice calling me:
Come home,
Oh come home...
You who wander to the ends of the world...
I can't be saved,
Can't be saved...
Finally deciding to
open the door with light steps
Artist's commentary
ๅฌ่ฏด็ปๅ่ฟ่ ฅ้ฃ่ก้จ็็ฌฌๅ็บชๅ๏ผๅฏนๅถๅผไธๅ่ฏญไผๆไธไบ็นๆฎๅฟๅพๅฆ
......ไฝไธบไธไธชๅๆงฝๅๅฐไบบ็ปๆ๏ผๅๅๆผ่ฟ็ง้ๆฑๆชๅ ๅคช่ฟ๏ผๅผบไบบๆ้พ...........ไฝๆฏๅๅฐไบ๏ผnice
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