Glass, Forget Yourself

The more days,
The more begin to not know yourself
The rain represents
Following the drop in silence

Self is like a glass
Hold tightly, broken glass in the end
Injures the pulse of the holder
Crushing the glass

A silent rain swept the blood from hand of glass breaker
How are the glasses?
Broken, thrown away
All those memories, what's the point?

It's shattered glass,
No trace of blood spots,
It's all over,
Only pain left for the glass

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