Have you ever gone through the past of your fear?
Have you ever wanted to disapear?
In the trouble of our mind
Green, blue, red and black are the feelings I find
Standing at the river
Across the sea
Now I know
There's every feeling out of me
So lying on my knees
With the hard thought of the end
I lose you, my oh ~ my friend
In the trouble of my mind
And all you see
never mind,
'cos death is the thin
you will find
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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