The passage of the time, another emotion falls in an empty bags.
The darkness extends covering a face which feels the dismay.
A wet folio which show; he shout from the inner part of... soul,
in flowery gardens a portrait, drops in a window,
to swim nowhere, and feel the tiredness, and you go down.
To see so near which is so far away it`s so deep the hole...
To walk towards the light, to see it more and more falling soul...
In flowery gardens a portrait, drops in a window.
Forgotten forever in the silent dim. Forgotten emotions...
Forgotten forever, so immenses thougths. Forgotten. Why?