Not the Same

There's something wrong with my life, But it's not my fault, I got a strange sign, He signaled through his dreams. Maybe I'm already going crazy, And I see things that aren't there? I'm confused in my own life, But what can I do? I live like this. People look right through me, And the soul begins to feel sad. I am blooming more luxuriantly day by day, Like a white Jasmine Bush! What do I really have? Who will remember me later? How tired everyone is of these questions, They keep me up at night, too. Parting glances and lingers, All this suggests a breakup. Only evil tongues work everywhere, And all live in its flickering. Life brings us together and separates us, People in life are like transit. Here is has found native soul like, But no, we won't be family…