An enchanting world
A world that enchanted and elapse
Calmly while the life cuts,
The fortunate to dream; understand dead
Not having a blessing in life,
And I know that gets what he deserves,
So when reopening the old door
Not even the fantasy still matters
The table in loneliness, and is woven.
Sparks of illusion? A mere moment
Where do believe in another way,
But when I find myself most alone,
They are so many variables same winds
The end is approaching and what to do?
Only my ruins collect...