I want to come in spring, the blossoms come to fruition. In my vein, there was your blood in my vein in my heart, there was an image of you I wanted to scream with every breath, I was shouting, I shouted, shouted, shouted, I was hit by people, I was a man Can, water can water can be water
to do something, think about nights, call nights, do something, think of flowers, call nightlife, call nights
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Open this mussel Release it, release it To get blood, to get burnt, to alive from oppression Burnt tones of oppression.
