Located between the reflection of longing

Low hit a barren grass

I admit, that you were always here.

In the cracks and the appearance of life liaison

like rain on glass

I approached with a thorn yesterday

When there was no hope of past

Increasingly becoming the closer,

My doing was not worth the normal steps

They walk ticking "in senduku

Are you sure pure soul is united?

Could it all be a set of steel stone?

everything stays like this,

not over, not sure,

I took a dilemma in itself

I approached, and I folded arms without noise

Such a pity I had hoped,

So if my independence,

I brought you into the most crowded room in the world

And no vacuum is near you,

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