I feel pain going through my soul
And I sense my heart beating up,
I wonder how much has left before I fall,
Where is salvation my soul wants to call?
Among so many eyes,
Mine saw yours and yours saw mine,
This is the only love which never dies,
But I am far away to feel fine.
Where am I going and for what?
I need answers from heavens.
Please,never let me rot
Instead,kill me with weapons.
I go directly to the grave
Which waits when I give up on this,
Only you to save,
But my soul is afraid to admit how I miss.
Before I fall
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