the mirror reflects the illusion of a spirit
unoticed,it picks up speed
it is said it is okay to go anywhere
a broken wishmakes everything all grey
Tonight,a flame flickers and you draw your dream
isn't the tip of your brush thirsty?
if theres no blue sky unfold your blue umbrella
Isn't that good?The canvas is all yours
That time i gave up,I only held a white flag over my head
Now it is a deep red,like its inviting the matador
A flourescent light in which all colors are faded
on top of a black and white chessboard,Imet you
In such a short time we grew close
Do you remember one month from then?
It was good to just watch the setting sunand the orange sky with you
Even though,an opening is the origin of disaster
The times we pray for the dead,we wear black clothes
A rouge footprintpurposely leaves behind a deep red color
If you say to yourself...
"You can drawe only the pictures that don't have dreams"
keep drawing on that canvas
That time i gave up,i only held a white flag over my head
Now you don't know my true colors
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