Eyes of dying soul, wandered following
Its lone shadow in the most lone path.
The belief which was expecting the innocent love
Turned into a dream
Immersed into the land of blood.
Greeting cards were exchanged on those dark days
An angel was crossed again along with the god of hell
It may rain today, a cup of tea is ordered
The last promise was given by him
Someone has entered the room
The secrets of her body were revealed
Tomorrow is waiting to telecast yesterday
As the message was deleted before being opened
Forgotten theories are reestablished
The greatest graveyard is under construction
what am I trying to convey?
It is not that what you mean
Because I am the one who is writing it
But you can feel what I say
Evenif not I never mind
I will continue writing as I am now