KIlled by Love
Killed by Love
He was an honest but naive heart
He needed, wished for a lady for love
But he didn't find a lady; with his life
His life was not a diamond, never was that
Just basic life, rented rooms, and general works
Hope, faith, religion, work, but nothing
I stand outside of myself. I feel sorry for him
“Job is job.” Said an English guy to me
(He was a victim of society, poor guy)
This English guy lived alone with his mother
Worked for just a simple life. I saw his life
I asked him, “Why do you do this job?”
Only a general job. He is intelligent
Well situated. I said to him, “You must work in retail.”
Yes, I understand his suffering, he answered, “Job is job.”
Hmm, this story was just a memory, but interesting
Parallels, parallels between his life and mine…
But I live alone, absolutely, sometimes perfectly
Loving memory of the past and future of love
Dead all my human feelings and heart
Killed by love, killed by love…
What is the choice? Opportunity?
Yes, there is. The new existence
Now, in this momentary life
The new one is not a lie
I was honest, but naive
This is about this life
Too expensive the love
Dying for the future of the present
I leave my feelings in the grave
To live, to live…
Killed by Death…
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