I choose to die!
If interest keeps crying
Because every drop is wound in my soul
I choose to die!
The streaks of the dull yarn of the road are too limited
At that time I wanted to kill the time
I choose to die!
As I'm a winged butterfly
For me that is not flying to enlarge the petals.
I am angry !
If the alienation frowns a flower smile
Very sliced ...
I do not choose to die!
The rays of his prayers blanket my night
So many dream flower expectations to me
I'll be silent
Listen to the breeze coming from him
Gazing at his old eyes
I can not die!
Preceding interest
That's the point