not now mirrors that explain the truth too late the day ends residual sediments to back difficult battles in your the weakest moments sharp corners on the banks of the cliff
which all fits in the throes of the day to black night when life changes to tortutre you looks at the closed window take back the steps if you take take you once to a place
but you can not find the old times no turning back
you can touch to my dreams but not with your hands-okay and you can walk in my garden without flowers-okay after you can leave footprints on my beach-okay
what is your assurance look at those shot with their own gun and by those closest to are you surprised what about those who put their own guns on their forehead
our ruins of ancient times our friends so little half today
our increasingly wound hurts our love is no longer a fairy tale we waguely remember
where did our childhood hiding now corrupted our music box the actual wound area,our souls our fears were once tomorrow most of us stayed in yesterdays
I said that wait for wind condition of sailing you listened to the seagulls you did not know the end fishing is dangerious you were saying it is easy the ***** of the sea is beautiful
only questions will remains the behind do you know a curtain was in your eyes now do you aware late hours are very dangerous I am desolate and dark street do you come
ambition knife sharp people one day they blood their hands without feeling their own pain our environment is full of these stories we unwittingly enter into our story heroism is very pages are not enough only