6 March 2013
Tracing the scars Memories are harsh
Just like the cold star sits in the sky Always looks at you but never is a help
Every single stream of joy turned to a pain Every one of my brain cells said, "This is the end" And I no longer could find any eyelash to wish upon
I let the tears roll down on my face The only thing still chants the story of us
and the cold star chooses to fall with them once again
a wound • Opuss № I