Like A Shadow by Himinbjorg
Friendship and years passed by,
To live present time without thinking that it will become
the past
Souvenirs go away and become a bit more inaccessible
everyday
Oh my God, how could have imagined?
The frames of my soul did break down one by one
Only the root with a dying face remains
It waits for vital food on the other side
There�s no longer anything nice in my life.
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