O wild mountain cherry tree, think us both sorrowful and solitary. Other than your flowers, there is none other who knows me.
У меня опять катарсис словлен.

that hard rain coming down
washed away a past full of tension, the harsh reality
there's no turning back
the fragments of this dream are carved into these arms of mine

make it through the night that just may end when I try to touch
finally I noticed, "I can still sing", in that landscape

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