My heart melts into dust

There was a stain on the chest.
The injury of my heart is still left.
My bitter memory was scratched.
Today the heart is still sick.

I tried to forget everything.
But the bright places did not come.
The sky grew darker and deeper.
This heart breaks down into dust.

Someone I love
No successors until now
The Age of Gray Sky
Hiding my mind seems dead.

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