At least could believe
In many and various feelings,
A life spent in such torments
And I see nothing in its place.
The cloak could mold me
The eyes that want more attention
Surrender your heart to the four winds
And I can empty a dive.
I wish if I had any chance,
But who else walks early tire
And I could see how much luck elsewhere.
Featuring only loneliness,
The days between not bring many
Even what really comfort me.