My dreams are all I can fight First, i thought your colorless My dreams are all I can fight First, i thought your colorless

Mom Mom

Passing alone in loneliness No route to escape Passing alone in loneliness No route to escape

Do you lose a part of yourself, With insomniac nights and passing days! Do you lose a part of yourself, With insomniac nights and passing days!

Words, the most important yet the least... Words, the most important yet the least...

The poem shows that no one can give what we have. The poem shows that no one can give what we have.