Inner Rivers-The Endless

A silent face can tell and shout The flow of will shall mark the sings Let your palms be spoken out Thousand stories, thousand lines As it springs the river thru our minds Wasting effort not to find Asking road and being blind Wasting effort not to find Let your palms be spoken out Thousand stories, thousand lines Fighting for the conquered The lines will surely cross our path There's no point in taking mind A silent face can tell and shout, let your palms be spoken out The flow of will shall mark the sings The lines will surely cross our path There is no point in taking mind Thus trying to reache the reached A silent face can tell and shout