for JF
Many roads in front, undisclosed
Blowing laughter and tears
And many chances to pick from
One road behind
Made of sad words and paintings
Barred by regrets for evermore
So why do you still think you have a choice?
And if thinking of it hurts
Well my friend, simply stop.
Red rain is pouring down…
There is no turn around
Over there floats a sound
that tights us, we are bound
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