When the night becomes day, when the morning turns into evening, the heart is voiced as the tinkling sounds, all has happened. At that time he understood that his love had turned into hate. The shadow he sees is no longer you, the illusion that comes to mind no longer tells about you, it all strengthens him to get out of your love.
All have passed
Intimacy that go
Love missing
Loved one true only illusion
Rainbow opaque
Sky dark clouds taboo
Cliff steep, as if confront him at this time.
Rainfall long promising wetness for dry ground.
But, tears he can't stop dripping when he was in memory of the story of love that run aground the middle of the road, although he realize that this is the fact that he should live.
Sometimes he is dazed right or not this is his life?
A life full of sorrow and tears
A life that darts painfully in a severed slice
A life that pushed the heart into the mirage of a mirage.
He's confused, he's sad, he's happy, he's confused, he's sad, he wants to cry, but his tears taste has run out.
He can no longer do what he wants.
So much fog was uncovered behind the life that was suffocating.
He wants to run but his steps are restrained,
He wants to float but his breath is reluctant.
The heart is wrapped in black smoke that holds a thousand sharp claws that seem to want to cut it.
