Nemesis of our own
And their friends who swindle us, Run after the sweet actions
and samw like the unripe grapes.
Because the sweetness of the
tonality of those
who swindled
have won the heart of Us
Accents reflected in honey and sugar
We bend down our neck In front of them.
And Put ourselves in their captivity
But after caught in their cages,
then it would be impossible to break these ropes,
Their access would have been a form of worship
Souls would be killed
But Every sacrifice would be in vain.
There seems to be a lot of self-doubt
While On friends who have dodge us
We adore them more than our lives
Just one thing I also understand,
If they drown themselves in the sea They will drown you too,
And with sweet accents like honey and sugar,
They will surely break your heart.
No one is here for you,
This is all a hoax,
This world is a mirage,
Like a bubble right away,
They all will show you their color.
