A warm spring night,
The horizon's in the light...
Loud sounds of a fire siren
Were cutting nocturne atmosphere.
Tiny pieces of heavy iron
Were flying rapidly here.
Then people didn't know
The reason of the cloud storm.
Just woken up from winter snow,
That April day was last for Environ.
The ambulances driving there
Perhaps felt nothing in the air.
How could those people leave this town?
How could they let their homes down?
Although it was Saturday,
They couldn't stay, they couldn't stay.
Just sixteen years since it had born,
That April day was last for Environ.
And since the burst, this place is lone.
That April day killed Environ.
// iv.2014
Environ
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