An expectation is another way to believe in
Lunacy compares to the reality means nothing
The grab of its hand is on my reach
I am holding on here
Waiting as the collapse flipping back
I can't hardly brighten up its shimmer
Run..to the very last line
Speeding is my only escape
Where did all the guardian embarked?
What is exactly are you searching for in me?
I am still...emptied, the mind, the soul
Wishing that there will be another pair of soul
Matching the lost and attaching slow
Gently, my love..gently
Harshly..my dear harsh
Me, in my sacred pair of soul
Awaits and expects to blow
In a solemnly pray of the chants
Calling your name, whispering elegantly
Dear...we're almost there!
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