Even innocent people
Are lashed by the lukewarm rain and wounds take root
Lies are born now
And somewhere they cease to be lies
At some point, words and even this day
Has become buried in mistakes
Embracing a blue, unblemished memory
In the tears of this violent emotion, even my lust is blurred
Even the strength to live in the present…
The violent emotion sends me crazy, and I grieve
Holding up my wish to the evening sun
Burning from the inside
Crying with pain.
You can’t save me
In the tears of this violent emotion, the tenderness I lost
Is born and I’m given love
It must be because of my own weakness
That I lost my heart?
It's then the proof of sadness, caused by absolute injustice
In the lukewarm rain which does not stop.
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