A Dolor

I don't know, why?
Am I treated like this?
Every day?

When I wake up
I just think about changing
But when I try, it just gets in my way
I remember that time when I was happy
But, nowadays, I have no more joy

My favors my favorite drawing
When I watch it, it's not funny anymore
You won't amuse me like you used to

The pain will end
Pain will disappear
And the good weather will come

My favorite forest my tree that I I planted it
And it has already withered
And the drawing I painted is no longer colorful
All the love is gone, everything I built is crumbling
Now all that's left for me to do is enjoy it

The pain will pass
Pain will disappear
Pain will leave
And the good weather will come