ABOUT THE Cubism: I Have Remained Young To Take Revenge (STORY)
A dagger in my soul / It’s your memory, my dear / And the depth of the wound is so great that if I take it out of the chest, I will die / I need this hate, my dear / every time i look at it, my hatred increases / One day I will take it from my chest and on that day I will stand right in front of you / I will take out the hatred that you planted in my chest / And will return your last gift to you / A dagger that tastes of hatred