Tell history
My life will not be dark, my eyes are not blurry yet
Let my tears be like wars
And I do not want to forever fight
Several decades have passed
Do you just want to mood yourself with grief?
Say it
I live with a spirit of chest
Smells, more burning than ever
Black streaks that already tertoreh
At least it can be used for underscores
That what is useless should be abandoned
Free moving but lazy self to rise
The tendency to self-destruct
And the black streak will continue to be inscribed
Will never be proud again
Dance under the banner
Dancing under a dagger
Leave the graffiti
Black stretched
But we still have a choice
to close all this
And let the time cross out again
For a new story
For new instructions
