Cross - it - off

Ксения Девяткина
Here it comes
And it swallows your loss and your sorrow
All at once
You just know there will be tomorrow
Nothing's wrong
Time is easily smashing the line
All along
There is something better to mine

Deep relief
That renews you and scents like a dream
Life is stiff,-
Not at all, but at first it should really seem
Far ahead
Is the point, where you will restore
Make a spread
Or there's nothing to live... for.