sad sunflower.

The beginning of my love like a sad sunflower.

The progress of my love as a selfish obsession.

The end of my love unbeautiful with tears.

Love and pain are always from the same context

Wake up in the moment, starting with

Close your eyes until the moment of dreaming during this time

Draw your face on a vast canvas

What excited imagination always gives wings

Alone, smiling, beautiful, not so far, saying

Wake up in the morning, swallowing, dry again

You still laugh at me in the picture

To sleep for a few glasses of wine drinking

Cigarette butts in the ashtray in subukhage ssatyeoman

Body is not clean clothes and empty bottles petteu

Kkeopjilman abandoned pack of cigarettes and stale air remains

I want to see the ocean and told the sea at the end of

The sound of waves on the phone, telling the singing was

Me here, just like in the next five to sleep I'm sorry

I guess I did not keep their appointments

Waiting to imagine a new obsession that makes

Love the scattered pieces of broken glass by stepping on

Flowing blood, encrusted pieces by myself. Just can not afford to

Someone, not necessarily to neoyeoyaman

That they do not tip, so that net to end

That end, the beginning of a tragedy as sad sunflower

That end, the progress of the tragedy as a selfish obsession

That end, the end of the tragedy tears the end unbeautifu