The end is near,
So far away,
For the one who drew thy destiny,
The mirror reflexes,
The temporal moon swallows,
To feast upon the last lonely soul shadows,
Gone with the wind,
To back with love,
You live below,
And die above,
I want to flee the rail road trap,
But lost my steps and can’t turn back,
My reflection shows the silhouette of you,
While your death consumes me too
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