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mercilessly passing time leaves behind only our loneliness

leaning one day today. packing the suitcase and saying goodbye just like yesterday, pulling into the corner and crying, while I'm in the negligence of looking out my window to tomorrow. my eyes are full and my hands are imprisoned on my face.

my lips are sealed, goodbye today!..you are also a passenger in my past, you are tired of 24 hours, go and rest with the ones who left, my tomorrow is waiting at the door and it's time for the final farewell

hidden in my hair snow white and always in a hurry in my eyes. panic, in the midst of blurry pictures, I was always a little child who was a guest on another day and it was very cold every passing yesterday. just like you, those old days that passed were crying like you, they were my memories in the darkness of the past, I couldn't find them, I always sent my regards to what was left behind, I had no proof for tomorrow, I cried with my passengers, no one had ever been a guest, I understood that. in autumn, the winds became killers, all the leaves died, the rain took the tears, and the souls became winds blowing gently. every yesterday was crying like you gently.

(x4)
my lips are sealed, goodbye today, you are also a passenger, you are tired of 24 hours, go and rest with the ones who left, my tomorrow is waiting at the door and it's time for the final farewell.

mercilessly passing time leaves behind only our loneliness

I couldn't see my blurry face in the mirrors anymore, and in the optimism of my grief, I held a yellow rose. my dreams disappeared that I put, none of them were on the ground, I was the only stranger at home, and it was a false sun, the rising sun. it was my fading rose, the end of the plunder, the remaining picture was an identity card, I was a smiling child looking at my face, I cried, I fought with my sobs while facing myself, I was postponed to tomorrow. I was rejected, my eyes sent off the one leaving and said hello to the one coming, this lonely tongue of mine, wandering around, became beggar hands, was this not the last of autumn, the last smile in the last leaf of autumn. autumn was heavy, the day smiled a smile, hidden in every broken nomad feeling, we are strange beings coming from yesterday to tomorrow.

mercilessly passing time leaves behind only our loneliness

(x4)
my lips are sealed, goodbye today, you are also a passenger, you are tired of 24 hours, go and rest with the ones who left, my tomorrow is waiting at the door and it's time for the final farewell.

loneliness was a stranger I had never known throughout my life; now we wake up together to every new day, we write two lonely songs together, we are tired, very tired, very tired...