The Youth That Has Come , The Youth That Has Gone and The Youth That Will Stay

Hands

When you holds my hand,
When you grasps it between your hands
I don't want to let go,
the warmth is keeping
Feeling alive,

You think death is solution,
For you ... it might be,
What about the living...

What are we suppose to do..
Do we still continue suffering..

Don't let go my hand and I won't let go your hand,
Lets just be like this forever