Now even autumn already has face
more sorrowful than before and I
drowned in the sand Iґm smothered
by my own laughing.
It's not just cheery.
Several of them have already passed by,
but ever a burnt skin just remains.
It's strange,how barren is my life full of penitence.
I'm lying on the place of my suffering
surrounded by wall and I have a dream.
Dream about some faces behind the wall...
Arm the homeless...
Descent...
Give me love...
Save my Doll...
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