Tears for breakfast, tear for dinner... Tears are flowing on the wall. Who is a loser and who is a winner? These two concepts are too small... Sunrise is red always as well as sunset. Eternal things are never change. My love still alive and his went from palette, No sense not for an offense or any rage. My love as sunrise and sunset disappears. So what? Must to live as I should... So little smiles and so lot of tears I want other way but no sense and not could. My love is eternal and his love quickly dead. Don't know who is sacred or sinner, When all going wrong I am so sad.. Remaining with tears for the breakfast and dinner... | 
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