The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
Little yellow flowers in Little hands,
A violinist in a bleak room playing sad,
Lights speeding away
As you're carried to the emergency room on a stretcher.
Life goes on and watches as these things repeat.
Life goes on and you're lost in a subway of shadows;
Laughing without lips,
Holding briefcases that aren’t there.
Life goes on
Like spiralling stairs.
Life goes on
Like a string-less kite.
Life goes on
And we see again
The little yellow flowers in Little hands,
A violinist in a bleak room playing sad,
Lights speeding away
As you're carried to the emergency room on a stretcher.
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