Dark dark life, my life, everything is getting dark I fall more and more inferior the truth out of it all, but paid too much, so I can not be reconciled If there is afterlife, if the option I would choose to do a quiet tree received a gardenia tree quiet seasons change and then go with the flow with
The wind swinging from this earth to die a quiet all Maybe he really is too weak may themselves really useless to now I still can not accept the daily intrigues What is true what is false I am really could not tell I am lonely my side what I’ve got what many of them are me I am nothing
Friendly family emergency away not so fragile I can not afford to love A person walking in the black wind good night good night good heart so cold cool big day at home is far better Suddenly I lost my direction Where should I go live in the end for what? So alive as  can not at this time I