Ugly

In a city
Without nature
The loss of personality
It was the price to pay for beauty

Changing thoughts
By manipulating what he felt
Eroding the roots
From everything that defined

Moved by betrayal
Felt there was no forgiveness
He went to another city
Without mentioning his age.

(curiosidade: a flor se chama Amor Perfeito…)

Karol, cualquier noche puede salir el sol