Dark night
Lonely apps for craving
Do not be destroyed
My memory
And for whom
I have to mix.
It's getting worse.
Squeeze feelings.
And if
Your love will bloom like you do.
I'm sure this will not be so.
It's not my fault that I broke all this.
I stabbed you and stabbed your tongue.
Then, that extinct
I can not imagine.
Your speech is meaningless.
Scratch this thought.
Without compassion in mind
I want my taste.
Disappointing disappointment