And the smile was weak all day, even though it's a story it remains brutal.
Happy to have associations with the suffering, it is our life.
Even in my heart it was still torture even if the tears have not dried.
Hug them all being good guys, either lacking color, life is still beautiful.
In the gloomy night lacking color would embrace.
Even in my heart it is still torture, even tears. Not drying disappear.
Although the remote path is good, no matter how bad life is still beautiful.