Tuesday, July 3, 2007


This is where the fire started
In the land of nothingness
Everything has its own worth
We’ll wait until the flower blooms
But still the moon can’t smile upon us
The trip that feels so long
In the circle of life we go around
Mistakes that we made
Friends that we forget
Haunting like the spirit of the death
Up upon the hill
Where everything is against our will
Will we survive?

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