And could even destroy my disgrace
To grow colder coated by this murdered race
Death reminds me this ground of roses
With no identity, this time, I'm frozen

Oh, solitary moon, why your sky is so damn red ?
His unsaid words keep coming and going inside our head,
A silence that embrace all our regret,
Moon of the shine rented, does it makes you upset ?

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