Without hurting

Who will pay
the victim
or the executioner?
I go away
I am not sure
who will feel loneliness

I'm leaving tonight
feeling nostalgic
and now who knows how many
times changing the idea
that you got of me ...
our story cry
that smell of good simplicity
can you cure the soul
away,

but without hurting the hands!
It 's so that changing places and getting lost,
I'm here to ask romantic gesture,
My Majesty
the court
outside
there is a bunch indomitable

I am sure who is killed by nostalgia,
and now who knows how many castles crumble down.

Our tale is cryng,
that smell of good fragility
can I cure the soul
departing
but without getting hurt

Without hurting yourself