laughter in prison
strained and bored
delighted in flames
drowning in joy.
contrast blurring
the world turning grey
tenderness hurts
dance in the rain.❤4
cheer up, little friend
see the forest turn golden
no one means to be mean.
little friend, cheer up
a fruit left hanging won't be wasted
turned into wine, it helps you forget.
don't be of sorrow, friend
in the end all of us will be free
everything goes as it must, you see?❤1