The flame isnt huge enough to burn the whole oily tree
And im burning to death by seeing the flame
It washed off my eyelashes
Oh rain, please come early
Let my veins flow along the flood
Let it drowned by the dawn
And please fast forward the helpless night
Oh sun keeps hiding by the clouds
I can’t stand the morning
Why don’t everyone play hide and seek?
Sinking feeling
Then crashed into the ground
Dig our own hole and throw our sorrow
I’ll make the highest mountain of sorrow
Broken letters falling off from flowers
They bloom beautifully flawless
Staring to the sun and swallow most of the sunlight,
Will sun run off the light or even become dry?
And when the time has come,
Moon rises in the morning and stays along the day.
Are flowers changed into bad shape?
Or they choose to be burnt by the fire,
Cause they can’t help the moon?
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