Where we feel weak
Where sleep into highlands wind
Spent the night in a state of delirium
Frozen peek in my
Sunshine shroud
I catch white eyes for prophesy
And wait for July
Afterwards
Is that for awakening
Is that mean epilogue
Is it realize my dreams
Where is the storyteller
I don't know what to take and leave
And we can't repeat
Are we not yet get
Old path and the same as words we hide
Bleeding earth
Someone can find home
But that dead end not our
Disappointed conclusion
Continue and follow
Sleeping sea and one's real light
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