I sit here, sad and lonely,
speaking to the sea.
As it's kindly listening to me,
in this little house that's empty.
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I stop by in front of a pond,
listening to the humble frogs' songs.
The melody tells of a tales,
as I listen, the whole story unveiled.
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I fold my wings,
perch on the nearest bough I can reach,
land a cynical smile to anywhere I stare.
It's painful to fly and to know I've gone nowhere.
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i have the sky as my time machine,
to bring me home i cannot see,
to bring me there where i can play,
to play with friends,
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We live in no place we desire,
there's no figure deserves to be admired.
Us, whose hearts are dyed with fire,
from this world, want to retire.
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My Love,
we're faraway, but tied from afar.
Distance is momentary,
sparkling a moment it be.
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I walk alone
among the abundance of bodies surrounding mine,
while the night's illuminating the city's shines..
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a feeling to trust,
fly to whatever skies lie forward.
young, helpless, blunt,
that's how my wings flap..
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Paradise can be anywhere.
It can be in a land where a droplet of water falls,
quenching the thirst of a dying flower.
A fine spring that's enough for all.
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Along the corridor,
I walk to reach for that door.
I glance inside through the window,
to the room where we're from..
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