Maybe the first
Sadness, longing, you are my sisters, you are my second self, and maybe the first, only important. You carry something. You interfere with life. But I don’t know what it is like, to live without you, sadness, sadness, longing.
Sadness, longing, you are my sisters, you are my second self, and maybe the first, only important. You carry something. You interfere with life. But I don’t know what it is like, to live without you, sadness, sadness, longing.