Where it is its brightness
Where it was its
To smile where its love goes
As its friend will be its affliction
Seeing to leave.
The moon will be dark
The day will be calm as bordering of the sun
Having its hope smiling to moonlight
The heat would be more comprehensive
And nothing more it would be improvised
As a lost love.
The choice happens half without wanting
Everything goes up suddenly
The blackout would not be so intense
Is not as well as wants
Everything disappears
Everything cushions
The fall is not more the same
Tumble will be ugly
If you not to want
Goes to have that toaccept
The life as it is.
