While I myself actually turn off 'me'
...
Give a different color to life
The night forced me 'to break ties
While holding the fibers of the rope that began to stretch, the night said goodbye
So does the night think I have kept the taste?
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Without words or stares
It's not my will to contain love, let alone express it
Everything that is written is not an expression
Just a greeting
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