When the sun hides
The time has stopped
For the reverse of life
To arise from their slumber
...
The smell of the sea water.
The warmth of the sunlight.
'Twas the freedom we've acquired,
For all hardships we've met.
...
Pluck.
A sound of a droplet.
The radiance of affection.
From the essence of red.
...
For it was told to be lunatic,
For it was told to be myth,
The skin of facade has been peeled,
And nothing can reverse, for it was late to stop.
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