Classical Music Box
/1/
The silence is creeping and perching
A bird pokes it to be lost
I never imagine to launching
Something which is like ghost
/2/
A potrait picture snaps my eyes
In front of the mirror
Caressing my hair which is like ice
Shout and roar!
The past is a part of the old me. Surely, I have done very well. I mean that I have done very well to hide my worst. Yes, my worst.
/3/
Immediately set off!
This place is no longer my place
Closing my eyes and setting the lamp have turned off
And I make it to having no space
/4/
That chanting will never be forgotten
And I will make myself to be never forgotten
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