the night lasts for 24 hours
and even then it doesn't end
the clock hands are moving
but the time doesn't move to anywhere
And then the Longing steps in
although no one invited it there
it sits down, it sits even
deeper than my lap
..and more deeper
The Forever walks on his fields like the master (owner)
walks on his fields like the master (owner)
the human's soul in his pocket
the human's heart in his chest
There is life after death
I am a proof of that
I have dies once, and twice
and even that isn't enough
And I haven't written this
Tthis was written by Longing or Yearning
and like a tear in the rain
there is a rage or love of one person