the last drop of a rumor
covered houses with cold like poison
everything but myself off the center
levelly nods.
how does it feel to walk on the bottom of the dark
in a warm daylight?
and what if the heart alone walks as it likes,
without saying goodbye to anyone?
halfway through the race, I smoked,
so I was thrown out over the track.
why is it broken,
though I walked with such softness?
like water through the throat
is the way to go destined?
like a cat falling from the cliff,
is the way to go destined?
I lost my sole again,
give me yours.
the winner reaching the goal before the dawn
must have cursed my feet.
I am walking,
wishing worthless paper road’s gonna get burned.
before the curve, I lied,
so I was thrown out over the thicket.
why am I hated
though I sang with such softness?
like a winding snake,
is the way to go destined?
like a dancer who lost the floor,
is the way to go destined?
I lost my sole again,
give me yours.
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