We run close my eyes,
the road built was useless,
crashing all obstacles,
you are the triple of all the weeds of the times.
The big trees collapsed with blindness,
fallen autumn leaves,
The sun was embarrassed to rise above the head,
he feels useless because the leaves are gone,
tell a short story to the moon about the death of life,
both are reluctant to appear before our eyes.
No night and no day,
dark void into a millenia setting.
That's what we want,
a single moment becomes one.
The impossibility of finally being empty,
because the one is also dead without the other color.
The alleys are gone.
unlimited crashing for no reason,
running without fatigue.
Fears that can only be felt before,
because afterward there is no more tired and scared.
Spirit and courage become hollow,
Such is the power without the tower that punishes us.