Sun is setting in the east Now he will rise in the west East is no longer the east Now east is a phoney land as it manifests West is frozen and stagnant in logic and reason Waiting for Sunbeam to melt it's ice shedding its materially clad tattered skin In the very search of the lost paradise Look at the east and its spineless feeble body with morbid mind that only knows clinging on to stinking past Symbolic gestures and empty words which carries no spark It's glory of the story of evershining past will no longer last Under the Sun... it's a fusion where east is merging the west It's a new flight like a fresh start of a unicorn A new dawn will come by, a new man will born