Would you get drunk on memories
And remember me again?
Cause like today, yesterday, and days before
I became a silent instrument made of stave...
I do not care
if the sun dies, the moon disappear, or happiness leave
Till the end
my feelings will remain like a lotus
you know
I have a life to live, a path to go, i want to go
but you know, without you darling
I am connected to a chain and busy with dying.
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