An after taste of bitterness,
Brought by the beauty of freshness
And contains poison
Of all my selfish illusion.
My empty soul fading,
My worthless body grasping
For air enough for breathing.
But I am tired if escaping.
Sides of left and right,
Passing time day and knight.
Alone and failure when I jounced.
No water but I am drowned.
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