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Once again despair is kissing me

With her cold ghostly lips

My own destruction is leading me to my grave

That I digged for many times

And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought

Forgotten, sad, miserable shit

As I fall into the black spheres among lonely records

You've broken us, piece by piece

The score of my soundtrack is written by blood

Music of suicide written in red

I did it myself, my wrists are also opened

And like my tears, it's cascading

Everything has been lost behind us

On my kness, hands on my face

The sun is appearing into the spring morning

Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust

And now you don't care about him

You live on the other sides of feelings

But our February snow is now covering my lifeless body

Nostalgia...

Nostalgia...