06.08.2016
This is the place we would die,
Between those trees, under this sky,
Finally blinded by the light of the sun,
Heaven, free from any threath, any gun.
Flotting on the grass, my body will be eaten,
Empty from thoughts, closed eyes, I'll run
Away from the fight,
No, don't cry.
This is the place I wish I'd die.
La PrInCeSs Du CrEpUsCuLe