starts toward the day when tired
black clouds gathered around the
heart and hurt themselves
I never know where to set foot
Start to move away to go, but I'm
still very happy to be hurt
when the cry being an answer,
grief could no longer help it ..
I know this is wrong but turbulent
life again,
heart or make me choose between love
sometimes I was furious but could
not say in advance mad
still be the answer and the silence
attack in the dark when I arrived tired ..
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