If I could actualize my future
You would never become my nightmare
I would not plunge you into the dusk of madness
Where we paced the road to living hell
I would not toss you onto the moon
(While she progresses to her glory)
If I could actualize my future
You would never become my nightmare
Today the pain is the only reality
A hollow mass grave of dead wishes
Together we have no future
Regardless how beautiful we were
Tomorrow we become the shadows of our Destiny
(The past is just a wild storm in a crazy field)
Today the pain is the only reality
A hollow mass grave of dead wishes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem