Each time the heart throbs with the desire for happiness
you end up hurting someone and to themselves.
Sometimes I wonder if the goal of happiness exists.
In the midst of any crowd I may be, in whatever form you appear ...
I'm sure I'll always find you.
So, as sad are my days, you'll never meet
head bowed.
Why go chasing the goal that is in your hands.
Tell me, if it were possible to cancel this life full of mistakes and start over, beginning with
what time to correct your mistakes?
you end up hurting someone and to themselves.
Sometimes I wonder if the goal of happiness exists.
In the midst of any crowd I may be, in whatever form you appear ...
I'm sure I'll always find you.
So, as sad are my days, you'll never meet
head bowed.
Why go chasing the goal that is in your hands.
Tell me, if it were possible to cancel this life full of mistakes and start over, beginning with
what time to correct your mistakes?
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