I want to live until I die.
A
life with real hope, not just the
act of living.
This
urban winds arranges my living,
But
don’t let me to live.
I
make my dreams to live,
But
my dreams make me to leave.
Something
could be better for me.
Now
just something left, others have gone.
Sometimes
I think of that something’s,
When
my dreams don’t let me to
dreams.
But
these urban winds made me trained,
To
live happily without
happiness.
Now
I can just hope of a little hope,
Which
may help to save myself.
From
this urban winds, the winds of modernity.
I
need something quite new,
Inspiring the winds modernity, not the urban.
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