I wrote to the injured body of each leaf I cried and wrote you or you or death I told you to believe so many walls You wrote with a laugh, and keep the cage of God Write a breath. Cold
I was in a dead end of the homeland wounded from the fall of autumn I thought of your eyes with a heartbeat of crying My lovers lovers night It was Write that I didnt cry for a long time I didnt put your head like your cold hands
wrote about separating the wounded tone I cried and wrote Nazin or I or Death I told you I believe in all this wall The cage was Write that I didnt cry for a long time I didnt put your head like my cold hands
