Sacrifice
I kill one lion a day as a sacrifice
To survive in the fierce jungle
Time has no rush on the cliff
And the language does not stop being something
Pins are placed on the nails
So that the pain may be less
Way unhurried in the expression of limbo
Way alone, way alone
There is no way to go back or look back
The flowers of today will be thorns tomorrow
And not a tear of repentance shall fall
There will only be the extreme strength of a spirit
Playing your words in the big book
And it will be worth the sacrifice !! It will be?
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