I don't want to think of the days,
Which are full of my pain,
Under the certain rain,
Which has no light,
And not better then tonight.

I don't want to think of the days,
That has no hope,
They have no way to go out
And not better then tonight.

I don't want to think of the days,
Without love and hate,
Living like a miserable child
At my middle age
And not better then tonight.

I don't want to think of the days,
With disgusting rain,
Which has no way to run away,
They never inspire me to write,
They argue me to fight,
And not better then tonight.

2000

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