As is the end of a beautiful day,
But it is not easy to understand what happened or did not happen,
Only the last good is like the proverbial sentence of the one who is all good,
From the volume of our human mind
Impressions are gained in a fluid, global, diffused way.
Like the proverb above, so are we
When death passes from childhood to adolescence,
Then the account of the debts of the whole life
I can't go to meet, I can't meet,
I just wander through the lines of vague memories,
Ever find there a lot of pain-
Unbearable memories of suffering and sorrow,
Gets more moments of extreme caress in the mix of love,
This is how time passes before time understands anything,
Infinite is scattered in the depths of an eternity,
With the time spent with the colorful lanterns of this world
This is the last of our shortest lives.
This is how time passes before time understands anything,
Infinite is scattered in the depths of an eternity,
With the time spent with the colorful lanterns of this world
This is the last of our shortest lives.
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