Is not easy, not easy.
Leaving the bright, walking to darkness.
Struggling to face the reality,
Knowing its gonna be arduous.
Doubting the existence of the beautiful yesterday s
Was that just a dream?
I wish, I pray, that the memories would come to me once again.
Dear God, would you bless me with tender, love, and care?
Would you lead me to the right path?
The night, smells difference.
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