So many colors, oh so much...
When I lean on my pillow, I see
A feast emerges from the cosmos
Perhaps the most delicate tone of melody

Not just for myself,
But to multiply and share
I feel the urge to cherish this moment
To strive and continue, the futile effort of being human

Notes are streaming in from the window
Time has passed beyond belief
Colors seeking refuge flood all around me
I understand that you have arrived
My eyes slowly close, nothing left to punish in my chest
It's time to turn back time,
With the remaining notes of the delicate tone
Back to the cosmos once again
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