It is not a game, But a never ending story.
Life is not white, But black.
Your birth is just a death wish, Every push forward brings you closer to the end.
Without life, The world would be happy. .
With heart in hand, It shrivels up.
I lost my love, And now my heart.
Just through us, My love's just dust.
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JJS - 03/28/98