When my heart is still beating,
feel the change in the world,
let memories connect life,
and time becomes meaningful.
I see the move of the planet,
I hear the whispers of the breeze,
I feel the warmth of the sun,
and then I learn to miss it.
I want to hold every touch,
I want to hold every joy,
I am eager for eternity,
and finally, I find it's a dream.
Come and go,
time is constantly flowing.
Get or lost,
till life become a river,
reflecting the joys and sorrows
of the world.
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