like a thorn stabs the heart
let be similar in essence different
lost honesty often you say
in the past
making life unfashionable
the final path
is a farewell
who will be able to
gives a deep impression
lost sin avoid
yourself and your sympathetic heart
with what you've been through
while there are my parents
I'm with unending prayers
to be aware of the dream
which is not certain
one of the blackest memories
which I can not forget where you are
