NAPATSORN TREESAP

October weeps, November I’m screaming 
December I’m crying, sinking, shivering 
I was gone through hell against the wave in the ocean 
Drowning me in, killing me softly

Slowly smiling with shreds of fragility
Flawlessly knowing that it was rosy 
Perfectly perfect rope of you and me 
The glimpse of that January 

February of a deadly melody
The crimson red of a sin and a tragedy
Whispering through the March wind with reminiscing all the sad things 
Now comes, April rain

Pouring down, more— more with no flaws 
I need more since that was the pain I asked for
Against the crimson red in the fall
Even if it is my downfall 

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