Nothing to be talked, nothing to be remembered
Only to find a key for the door unlocked
Five years ago
I killed for a smile and a thousand tears
I worked for a joy and abundance grief
I died for a break and more constancy
Nothing to be talked, nothing to be remembered
Only to get a clue for a done riddle
Five years ago
They told me to take a rest when I wasn't tired
They took me to the war when I wasn't strong enough
They made fun of me when I wasn't lost
Nothing to be talked, nothing to be remembered
Only to run anywhere in the night and reached the halfway in the down
Nothing to be talked, nothing to be remembered
Only to run anywhere in the night and reached the halfway in the down
But in the morning,
I should get myself in the place where I belonged
Five years ago
it's pity to hear that, but i like this poem :)
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