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慕璇
I want to forget you
2016-07-06 隨筆
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The note you write were over there,
Words were burned away in the fire.
Flashes of fire light up my soul,
But only so an hour.
While I was working on the ember,
A sad song in the air.
In the world which was destoryed by the word called fall,
The space resounded to the desolate laughter.
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