I'm walking on a tightrope, with no balance and net below.
Swaying back and forth with an old weak trapeze.
Putting my life on the line as the dagger hits the rotating wooden board, and so the lion roars, me vs lion.
The festive tent tinted with red,
I have left a memory that day...
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
I'm walking on a tightrope, with no balance and net below.
Swaying back and forth with an old weak trapeze.
Putting my life on the line as the dagger hits the rotating wooden board, and so the lion roars, me vs lion.
The festive tent tinted with red,
I have left a memory that day...
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