As the crimson red colour fades
As the last ray of sun dies
I fetch myself out
Run toward the roads
Sieve the sand of my fortune
To if there exist a single line
Line of your laughter and smile
Holding my hands in your own
To see if there still exists
The last possibility
For you and me
As us......
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
As the crimson red colour fades
As the last ray of sun dies
I fetch myself out
Run toward the roads
Sieve the sand of my fortune
To if there exist a single line
Line of your laughter and smile
Holding my hands in your own
To see if there still exists
The last possibility
For you and me
As us......
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