Down to the dirty roads, narrow streets and empty spaces…
You used to kill yourself and to dissolve in crypt, for good.
The fitful line in grey of your composed face
Is winding from my heart straight to mercurial mood.
Spri-i-ing up… spri-i-ing up…
Spring up my spring inside and let your heart beat strong
One drastic step can make you fail to keep your word.
You’ll give your hand,
You’ll understand
The way is never… long.
You’re nervous, stressed, depressed and don’t feel strong enough for living.
Heart pounding, sweaty palms and butterflies in stomach.
Stop dying slowly and retain me from my sweet forgiving.
We have one way, one heart, so stop this fatalistic drama.