Where are you hiding?
Dew which blanketed the morning,
When the spring wind came,
I had lost my passion,
Led me to the collapse,
Even the world that praise my elegance,
Feeling so disappointed, weeping bitterly.
In a lament that echoed,
As if the silence of the night stifling,
Only a small shriek drugged the soul,
I'm getting smaller in it.
If tears can no erase the wounds,
Then, what's the meaning of the pain I feel?
As if it led me into eternal darkness.
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