It is ungrateable ... My heart is crying with colors unreliableFeelings to be made into sharpness are hardI am lost in colorStill I can not lose I can not loseNo matter how much the sky turns redThe ocean will be blackish or blackEven the mountain echoes and the voice will soundI can not lose heart I am fragileI will not lose something like glassA poet ~ now person ...
My heart is crying with colors unreliableFeelings to be made into sharpness are hardI am lost in colorStill I can not lose I can not loseNo matter how much the sky turns redThe ocean will be blackish or blackEven the mountain echoes and the voice will soundI can not lose heart I am fragileI will not lose something like glassA poet ~ now person ...