All New Arrivals

The Man with the Hundred Bells

I looked my face into a hundred mirrors,
Oh, they couldn't show me what it tells,
For I've lost myself in coldest rivers,

departed from the body parts,
crumbling, breaking, full of scars,
so many debts my pocket paid,
and now what's left for me is wait.
The rivers couldn't wake me up,
my years- they were filled with lump,
so many debts my slumber paid,
and now what's left for me is wait

To meet the man with hundred bells.