Running
'Till the shadow can't follow ?
Hollow Pains . . .
Why can't hear the lyrics of violin ?
Win-Win communication . . .
Gotta live on mind ?
Or Find what lies on heart ?
There will be no loser if the world sleep in Utopia.
Sculptured by bitter events,
No longer strong enough to grasp the hope.
Crawling to the point of break . . .
I'm the bait of my own mistake.
(BS)
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