Love is a slave with unpredictable,
it often tattoos on our faces
traces of leaking tears.
Purgatory, the underworld laptop
invites us to silence.
Time will tear us away from each other,
May I visit the shelter
the world's storms
a moment in your arms you.
It would swing in the quiet,
so long as there is the underworld of grain.
I have a song you said, it
you stretch out a performance.
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