Did I
hate the day I cast my wish to the sky? With the hope winds will
take them to where they belong? I saw them flying, I felt them
falling, Should I stop all that? This is not a diary, It’s a mirror;
Mirror you can’t brake, You can only make some ripples. Pain is not
what was before, Nothing is like before, And I hope never will be,
Don’t kiss me Sorrow, I’m not in your hollow. Every time I...
