Status is not so much a dream come true
My words are confined within me, I have closed myself so much
The heart sleeps so long that no one can lift himself
I also want to spread myself like the rays of the sun
The eye gets wet. How can I explain to myself what has happened?
He ruined his life in search of an opportunity and made himself so foolish
How can I be so lonely now that I have done it myself?
Happiness is all over the place, then how can I tell myself what has happened
The moment passes, the moment of torment, what has made itself extreme.