I feel the autumn in my soul.
Deep autumn cool and dry.
The wind is blowing to the sky,
But who can answer “Why?”.
I feel strong pain which never dies:
My life looks like the bird,
Which never won’t fly to sky!
But who can answer “Why?”.
The spring has come, but I’m scared.
I’m skating on thin ice.
Life is as dangerous as Life.
But who can answer “Why?”.
16.04.1996
WHY
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