A fleeting scene in the past,
What to do, it never last.
Step into life or love games,
Burn the past into flames (?)
One's improvement,
A blissful moment,
One disappointment,
A heart's lament.
Where do dreams hide?
Why can't it be by my side?
Alone to dwell the high tide,
Life indeed is a bumpy ride.
♡, Mari
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