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Ryuro
2007.01.01. 21:03
Ryuro
A lonely, ruined time is arriving, Will you be ready to greet it? Everything will leave that depleted future; While going forward it may fall. A calmed heart; a single sheet of paper at my feet. The left hand on the edge of a blade; the right hand in the mirror. The idle life has come to an end; my feelings are clear. Logic lives as a loom, weaving a dream into reality And leading us to the road to victory. The sorrows of yesterday are returning; The will of tomorrow must be caught. Wanting to give up your heart for a friend, To touch their life for a while; To learn the ways of the heart. The way in which you hope has changed; You can learn to truly see once you've been touched by the first rainfall. Thinking in new ways means cutting straight to the truth. The moon reflects on water droplets, to see it you need to open your mind's eye. The sorrows of yesterday are returning; The will of tomorrow must be caught. Wanting to give up your heart for a friend, To touch their life for a while; To learn the ways of the heart. Thinking in new ways means cutting straight to the truth; The moon reflects on water droplets, but you must open your mind's eye to see it. The sorrows of yesterday are returning; The will of tomorrow must be caught. Wanting to give up your heart for a friend, To touch their life for a while. A lonely, ruined time surrounds us, Will you be waiting to greet it? Everything will leave that depleted future; While going forward it will fall. Towards the tranquil spirit.
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
