I can not win at all Still more still a loser Humiliated feeling is not odd The feeling of a minute toe is different from usual and it is uncomfortable Light yellow brutal smell quietly My feeling of little despair
I unwittingly spread the wound of pride It is superimposed over the history of darkness beyond sorrow Nothing is changing in reality As long as I do not change I am not near you
There is no smile
Your sighs hurt I stung my heart To be afraid of touching again Because I know that parting will attack me
It can not be overwhelmed with my power There was nothing I could do with my present You only have to get the power to be reluctant
Your sighs hurt I stung my heart To be afraid of touching again Because I know that parting will attack me
