White flowers' smell
And shadows, mirages today ,
Follow me every and any where,
My soul nets try to protect
To protect my fragile candle
The immortal candle.
The night ha paradoxically white color,
With a black moon of terror,
Which wakes up the dawn of dreams
And which ends reality.
My world is now a facade,
The feelings flow down,
And shadows, mirages today ,
Follow me every and any where,
I will be closed soon,
And will never get out again,
As i did.
