SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

In the deserted booth
A lilting song
Tears of tears
Will sore the last wound

Loneliness has become a daily life
Wading through life
This limitation is a test
In a goal

In this quiet room
Find sensitivity
About the beauty of that era
Warm hugs of your affection

Although in its own past the day
My trust will be achieved desire
Until perfect faith in the chest
Until the breath no longer blends with the body