Life, death, forever be.
This is all that I see.
Love, hate, reflecting on me.
This is what I feeling in me.
Friend, foe, never can tell.
This is what I know, without any gain.
White, black, may be colors.
For me they mean only a horror.
Light, dark, in them we are found.
I go in them because I am bound.
True, false, chouse which to believe.
For me they remind a life that could be.
Dog, cat, they are only pet's.
For me they make no interest.
Left, right, chouse were to go.
Each one you take, will bring you to a door.
Summer, winter, not really matters.
They both bring pain, which you can't handle...