Souls wander in adversity..
Chipmunks saw the dividing line..
The line which cracked that precious ship..
Can You hear my calls..
Can You heal my broken soul..
Oh God..
Do the trees remember that missing song..
The song that can ignite my tear glands..
Yeah.. tears again..
I don't get bored of tears..
Crying will fit this sheerness..
And will bring the best cure for this damn agony..
Evoking the beauty of the soul..
Which is gonna come to life..
For the gown of death held the soul captive..
Birds have witnessed the closeness of the apocalypse..
Do the trees remember that missing song..
The song that can ignite my tear glands..
Yeah.. tears again..
I don't get bored of tears..
Seeking the well-known refuge..
The refuge of such heavenly past..
Where should I go?
Do I know that language of gothic melodies..
I think those melodies know the big secret..
Secret of existence..
Which sharply carves the toll it brings..
Captivating as it once lived..
That heavenly time..
Oh.. the corns of tragedies are blocking it..
Blocking the captivating bliss of Heaven..
Sleep now dear soul..
And find your awaited rest..
Do the trees remember that missing song..
The song that can ignite my tear glands..
Yeah.. tears again..
I don't get bored of tears..
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