One day it will be right or wrong
One day all' ll lose the sense
And I would like to know
For what?
I try to realize that dramatic scence.
Like every morning
Flowers r wakes up from dreaming
Like every night
Same flowers close them eyes
I feel my life -
It's just a part of cycles
The flames which want to die.
Once all' ll die.
It' s Okay not to be Okay,
My Dear.
But what will you do
When the sky will fall
On your head?
And your body s a fail.
Your mind in sleep.
White on white
Red on red
Blue on blue
Sorrow on sad.
Forgot yourself.
What will you do?
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