Faded,
the clouds hung in the sky,
quiet,
march-wine with silence.
Feeling that withered away,
wrap the soul,
imprisoned indefinitely remorse,
wailing under the auspices of drizzle.
Flat with no overflow,
quiet morning turned,
heart melt with dew fragrant,
walking slowly with indifference.
The red light I longing for,
slowly fading in the dark,
The story of the past which follow,
allow me not to forget everything.
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