Neither for this land,
Nor for that sky,
Your identity exists,
But only for this saga.
What good is watching
That old garden of love
As the flower of faith
Has withered away
And your home nest too.
Don't look for faith
In this rudest world
It was not created for
This netherworld
And your identity exists
But only for this saga.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Neither for this land,
Nor for that sky,
Your identity exists,
But only for this saga.
What good is watching
That old garden of love
As the flower of faith
Has withered away
And your home nest too.
Don't look for faith
In this rudest world
It was not created for
This netherworld
And your identity exists
But only for this saga.
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