May be I will never know.
Standing on 22 spring of life,
I remain in the darkness,
I ask myself about the secret,
I try to find out it inside myself,
But there is nothing but sighs,
There is nothing but wonders.
Me myself is a wonder till now,
I can't figure out what do I want?
How do I want It to me?
Life is real Mystery to me,
But love is the most mysterious,
May be I am one of them,
Who are born to just live,
To feel, to sigh, To cry.
But life possess nothing for us.
At the
When I see the little stars,
Or the raindrops falling,
I feel the touch of the pain,
I feel how much alone I am!
May be it is the best for me,
To be in the love of loneliness...
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