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
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
Stepped in Into the final spiral
Reapeat The undesired
Just like the poem tells the marked destiny.
Find the heartbeat
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