When my dying minute comes to bring oblivion,
I'll tell you all the truth I haven't dare to speak aloud.
Hold my hand, you're my constitution.
Let the story end, be my absolution.
See my time is almost gone, - I feel the weakness wins.
Illusion was so beautiful, but fate accesses my dreams.
I'll tell you all the truth I haven't dare to speak aloud.
Hold my hand, you're my constitution.
Let the story end, be my absolution.
See my time is almost gone, - I feel the weakness wins.
Illusion was so beautiful, but fate accesses my dreams.