A house filled with flowers
Sheet sheets of letters scattered in the garden
a creation containing vague words
With a story full of tears
Nothing more scarier
of the than waking up alone
Along with asking yourself
About something I never experienced
I need a little time to spin the word
Can you add a numbers?
I want to open my eyes
see the smiling flower in the afternoon
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Now I have become a king underground
The fragrance of the flower you bring will not wake me
Sometimes when you step
leaving the soil mound
I call you in a voice that has been fragile
I want to hear a little song about longing
Now I'm just a shadow
You can feel it but can not embrace it
But when the wind blows at night
I always come to you
to see the smile in your sleep
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