What's being alone?
It's torn peace,
Feelings rushing like insane river,
That's not me,
That's over-me,
Storm and lightnings of a trapped day.
A sip of the sky,
Thousand of words,
But they're all soundless, like in some dream.
You also know
Those dreams.
We were born for each other.
How do you sing?
How do you live?
I will know that all. You'll also understand
How I feel so warm,
Silent and light
Only when you and me are a single whole.
To say something,
To be in time for something,
To hear and view something -
All for you,
All about you,
My song and my sun in this uneasy fate.
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