seperations are hard, nostalgia tired me
every beginning is an end my darling
time doesn't pass on my tongues aman*
my darling that takes me from myself
As if I got injured in a forest fire
I'm like bluufs that are on the sharp edges
there is no end of the paths, there is no colour of pain
I also don't have any cure my darling
I gave up myself, maybe I've already died
I'm in a place that cannot be returned my darling