When a night close your story day by a magical dark
Don’t yell asking any lights on moon
Even a whole star shine standard
Don’t hope nightlight better than sun at noon
Our journey starting after the night removed by
Appearing the real bright from the East
And the last trip in this world when you die
When the sun fall down on the West
Paint your life before the darkness
Create your story after the sun not hide
Pressing the bottom of your happiness
And don’t roll sadness up on night
Stop wondering what life gives on
If unconditional night still stays on your heart
Even though you already know to move on
A gift of life is just a breath
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