-Why are you crying all night?
-Because no one can help me.
-Why lose yourself of rest?
-Because I have no one with me.
Only the wind wants to talk to me,
So I listen to it with the silent moon.
What does it do,
If nobody cares too?
This world invented by man,
That live for fun.
And I.. I'm like a silly moth,
Fly to the light of deception, vice and lies...
No one knows how long a human can live.
I can guess: life is an illusion of deception -
Life is very easy to lose or it's over exception.
But, I have little time to live among flocks of these birds.
So I have to leave a vivid imprint in a few words.
Why are you crying?
© Copyright: Жанна Ло, 2014
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