* * *
Empty street,
Empty soul,
Monotonous landscape.
And a vagrant lonely dog
Like my dreams not coming true.* * *
Even if you have the snake at home,
Do not put it in the bosom.
Empty street,
Empty soul,
Monotonous landscape.
And a vagrant lonely dog
Like my dreams not coming true.* * *
Even if you have the snake at home,
Do not put it in the bosom.
* * *
The Earth can cover our transitory body,
But it cannot cover our past.
* * *
The mirror showing dishonest as fair,
Is false itself.