chaaby’s

I choose to let my eyes blind before the sun tracks me down

The simplicity waits in the corner of the road

This is the place where I think tears are turning into gold

This is the time when silence breaks the other thoughts

I left my heart in the coldest night period

Tell me, tell me the stories about your pain!

I heard them selling a ticket to an eternal happiness

I choose my own path to find the world where the impossible is nothing

And nothing more should I say

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