The corpse of a black rose-all I have from you My sad afternoon that I hate loneliness
and the short illusions that you sit down to my May near the ground-close to my water
memory tissues in the brain-compulsory hallmark The blue glass that tasted your lips
Water and Sunshine and lullaby, everything I gave to you My Black Rose, the Cloud Impact Tanto I planted between the gap on my skin My soul with my blood in my veins
Rose Naked Rose Moody between you between the two poles of a game meet every night we meet in parallel lives
The fruit of the tree, the perfect black rose in the middle of the fall, Bergke did not reach the dance
