Morning hour strikes
Cry grief
and returns the wet film
of the past in the eyes
Court too short our love
And the cries for help deaf does not know that what he wants and yet he wants to live or survive without poem Without hurt those who love him be happy Unhappy Living alone or even two , but live forever without speech without velvet Without unnecessary phrases one old photo novel Flowers fade and die Black and whiteonly color for a future that is already the past for both of us and yet
we must live or survive without poem without hurting those who love us be happy Unhappy
Living alone or even two and yet we must live or survive without poem without hurting those who love us be happy Unhappy Living Alone or even two , but live in silence
Thinking suffering from the earth and say we're not the most unfortunate but when in love breaks all the misery of the whole world is nothing compared to a Farewell And yet I want to live or survive without poem without hurting those I love be happy Unhappy
