sound of life

it’s hard to listen to my own cries,
it’s hard to make the tears stop flowing
i put down your hanged photo, my walls are all clean now
burned all your notes, gifts, belongings, all become dusts

how come there’s no light, the sky is always monochrome since you’re left
i feel want to end this journey soon, this lifetime seems plain and dead
walking down the streets, their laughter, argues, echos til the night falls
so i sing alone, until only illusions of day and night fly in and out.

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