All things around has pass as if the dust -
My hopes, and adulations, and mistakes.
I just remember smilingly the past
And follow with regrets for nowadays.
Perhaps I'd live all over and again
From innocent sensations of my life.
But it's so hard to leave my native pain,-
My previous hopes and dreams won't be revive.
The ice of memories will come to me,
Perhaps it will be horrid or will not.
It's easy to forget that I can't see,
It's difficult to do it on the spot.
And just blind dreams will fly like sorrow's flame,
And others feelings will return like waves.
But everything around will be the same -
My hopes, and adulations, and mistakes...
All Things Around Has Pass...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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