A wonton (also spelled wantan, wanton, or wuntun in transcription from Cantonese; Mandarin: húndun [xwə̌n tʰwən]) is a type of dumpling commonly found in a number of Chinese cuisines.
Wontons are made by spreading a square wrapper (a dough skin made of flour, egg, water, and salt) flat in the palm of one's hand, placing a small amount of filling in the center, and sealing the wonton into the desired shape by compressing the wrapper's edges together with the fingers. Adhesion may be improved by moistening the wrapper's inner edges, typically by dipping a fingertip into water and running it across the dry dough to dissolve the extra flour. As part of the sealing process, air is pressed out of the interior to avoid rupturing the wonton from internal pressure when cooked.
The most common filling is ground pork and shrimp with a small amount of flour added as a binder. The mixture is seasoned with salt, spices, and often garlic or finely chopped green onion. Factory-made, frozen varieties are sold in supermarkets. Commonly, they are handmade at the point of sale in markets or small restaurants by the proprietor while awaiting customers. In markets, they are sold by the unit, without being pre-cooked.
Waking up in these confines (Confines...)
In my thoughs I got my ways to hide it all (to hide it
all...)
Shadows rising, shadows fall
Deep inside I hear them call
I believe I'm done before new dawn
My divide is sleeping filled in my delusions
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
so bring the morning light and pull the curtains wide
And rise the burning sun
Waking up to realize (Realize...)
Standing out to see the life beyond war
If I'm blinded to collide, in the end I'm crusified
I believe I'm done before new dawn
My divide is sleeping filled in my delusions
Strangers we are, still the the same as we´d be in
love, in the lunar light so pull the curtains tigh
And stands beside me
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
So bring the morning light and pull the curtains wide
Rise the burning sun
(Solo)
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
In the lunar light so pull the curtains tight
And stands beside
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
So bring the morning light and pull the curtains wide