The real folk blues

It's too late to cry i love you.
the wind still blowing, my heart still aching
one side of my eyes see tomorrow,
and the other one see yesterday
i hope i could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
the real folk blues
i just want to feel a real sorrow
it's not bad a life in the muddy river
if life is once
hopeless hope, and the chance with traps
what is right, or wrong
it's like a both side of a coin
dore dake ikireba iyasareru no darou how long i must live till i release?
the real folk blues
the real folk blues
i just want to feel a real pleasure
all that glitters is not gold
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