An Old Candle in the Seabed
There is a lot of reasons 'bout something happen
Why it happen
When it happen
How it happen
You are not my face
Sounded 'bout the water splash
The salt sea water
In the edge of the beach
Does anybody know?
What's inside there?
All people have their lights
Whatever the things are
When you are in the dark, or if you get lost
You always find you way with your lighting
In the seabed
There is a lamp
An old candle
That always shining
It was a relic of the yacht
When sailing from east to west
There is a love story in the yacht
That no one can imagine how amazing it
It was its destiny to stop in the middle
To stop the journey
Where it's the end of all is in the yacht
Except the true love
In the seabed
An old candle is always shinning
Either 'cause its power
Or either 'cause the true love story
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