We Wore Purple Blanket

Love is ugly,

It takes on the sickness.

Love is nothing,

It leads to everything.

Love is you,

You never talked about it.

Love is silence,

We put on ourselves.

How come my soul writes,

These innocent rhymes,

I'm surviving on chaos,

Peace is a resort destroyed,

I'm monster who never breathes.

Liebe,

What our togetherness tells us?

What gloom is for me, dearest,

Is not happiness for you.