Time is as it was always
It’s we who change and blame the time
Ambitions were always standing where they stood
It’s we who dream by the night and forget by the day
Dawn is never afraid of light
It’s we who lock ourselves into a dark room
Relationships are as tender as the roses
It’s we who touch thorns and quetch
Life is as colorful as ever
It’s we who wear a different spectacle and complain
God is always in love with us
It’s we who hide our true self from him
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