The heart of a changing climate
Tonight, I was sad again,
drank a bitter drink from the source of truth,
and the truth hurts like the Devil himself,
I realized that I am no longer dear to her.
Now the other is where I was
when I dreamed of eternal love,
in her heart of a changing climate,
where my name was once written.
Now she loves another as she used to love me,
she looks at him with eyes that captivate with beauty,
her heart changes loves like makeup,
she has no pity for anyone.
Zera Princ
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