Mourning
Mourning
As it's dawn or dusk
She mourned unconditionally
Without much;
Life teaches her to cry much and to think much.
All the burdens she carry
All the criticisms neared
But nothing sound good.
She herself mourned.
As it's dawn or dusk
She mourned unconditionally
Without much;
Life teaches her to cry much and to think much.
All the burdens she carry
All the criticisms neared
But nothing sound good.
She herself mourned.