In the same portrait of life
We repeat the real pain
Misery was alive
Always
Due reason
Season-less ocean of hatred
In heart might be the sore
With thousands stabs of swords
Come along the sun
The moon
Reality is seeking no mercy
Upon the sincere man
Upon the fallen goddess
Life is more than cruel shore of injustice
Life is BEAUTIFUL
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