The sea is a beautiful smile
As the sun sets in the west corner of the earth
Stars is a best laugh
As night crept in from the roof of the sky
Alone with a honeyed memories
What a person thinks that the world has changed
Turns increasingly bitter sweet dream amid scattered
We are increasingly torn by expectations early
Black ash and charcoal
Only to fled into a past without question.
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