Forbidden love,
always appears...

These tiny pieces,
are difficult to pick up...

I'm tired of these polar schools,
it's to cold...

Plunge the heart of all sanities,
living in light is greater...

You fooled me,
now i only see...

3:15,
awake and annoyed...

Teeny voices,
whisper ear to ear...

It can hurt inside,
with the feeling so cold...

0
A number thought as a nothing...

This feeling,
has been lost for a while...

Ces peices trs petits,
sont difficiles de ramasser...

It shimmers,
and plumps...