He wanted to roar, something stuck in his throat
Entangled with flesh and blood
He had to vomit often, as a polite reply

Cowardly, it finally turned into a pool of water, invading the yellow land
I guess I am a fish soaked, or not

His look dimmed with the flow of time
The taboo stuck in the throat emits a foul smell

He tells lies every day
From morning to noon, from noon to night

He used husky to build a dream for me
For me to find in the rotten flower

Looking for his remaining track, everything that could not be caught was drained away
Weak breathing left: “Do n’t be deceived by me,
Don’t be deceived by me. “



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