Come, lets forget that future that is becoming smeared with blood again. If a warm wind curls into a spiral, that is probably a sign. Escape, escape, from this sorrowful fate. You are not a flower in hell. In that kind of place Dont bloom there, dont bloom there Dont let them ensnare you. Shards of time fly by without a sound. Who is grasping my hand? Who is stroking my hair? Now, in the crying sprouts, I can feel the signal. Fly away, fly away, from the wheels of fate. You are not a flower in hell. In that kind of place, dont scatter your petals, dont scatter your petals, and dont sow your seeds. Everchanging karma spreads its seeds once more. Escape, escape, from this sorrowful fate. You are not a flower in hell. In that kind of place Dont bloom there, dont bloom there Dont let them ensnare you. Shards of time fly by without a sound. --- Just a little nostalgia. :)
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 05:27:33 +0000
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