I see the twist in our path
There is just one shadow in the darkness
I see you standing in the rain
There is nothing more to talk about us
Morning sun will bury our shadows
We will dwindle like fading memories
Morning dew will frown at our flowers
We will never be famous like the sun
There will be no much tale about us
All them memories will burn with time
There will be no rain to put out the fire
All that exist will come to a abrupt end
We put knives to the thread that hold the centre
We will have the fortitude to regret hereafter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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