Permanent
1.
Look for the cure from my Time wasting
the veil of thoughts protects me from conventions
i hope my boredom will disappear in a short time.
I hope my boredom will disappear in a short time.
Sunshine is you,
The open door is waiting.
Let's play .The rules conflict with Exceptions.
Once Everything comes back into the box box.
It's all up to you
When will be Your next breath
Ch:
Hap..
I'm not sure.
When early morning comes
You, do not be late,
decide something else
And look Like
responsible someone
With her shellac nails.
2.
Dead fish sings its sad song
italian words burn in your fringe pan
The gleam of your scale
When i am underground
Rush through my illusions when it was my turn.
Colors and feelings, signs tried to mislead you.
This evening Pride takes off its gilding coat.
it will attract you
Improving your wrong belief. you will not want to go back,
if you reveal the truth.
Nothing is wrong
Everything will change
Everything will vanish one or another day.
We are all one
