Within the sun of dreams
A moon rose to be a reflection
Passing strings through life
To the small stars laying on the bed
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Self Perfect Pain
Within the sun of dreams
A moon rose to be a reflection
Passing strings through life
To the small stars laying on the bed
Of sky
Smiling to life with innocent faces
Clouds is being a tender cover
That hides all the self perfect pain
Heavenly dropping a rain
Within chains
Time passed by as a night
In the eyes of morn
Splashing orange lights
Showing how deep
The sun can torn
A hiding cover