Recieving a head wind against the sky,
falling, falling
Pick those feathers
You ask the significance of being
of being and you got
A hope in mind
is secret, and
a worn out smile reflects
in
At the end of the unknown eternal breath, singing voice
Tired of wandering aimlessly.
Held by the truth I seek and
It is the origin of the language. It is the
The cruel history is still holding.
The time raised this valuable
An extinct trust
A protected distress
A terminated daybreak
An established rule
you extend your heartbeat hoping to
satisfactiory circulation
forget the body yo
Memories I see in the direction I'm talking.
We speak words,
Scrape up the burned out body
Put my feeling on to
The end falls into a darkness called symbol
The sound spreads
Ahead of the land wrapped with fog. The slight immortality
I walk the depth of conscious
spreading infinitely
When I come to
Just like the poem tells the marked destiny.
Find the heartbeat
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