What a kind of story it is,
where there is no rest area?
Din’t know where it began,
I just flowed in the euphoria.
What kind of story …
I would find myself, my goal
you be with me or be not.
I am not going to kill myself.
Even if you have gone apart,
What kind of story …
You’re now beloved of someone
that will not restrict me.
I would find another pearl
in this vast ocean of love.
What kind of story …
I would yet remember you
but not burn my heart grey.
I would seize the lights of lamp
and let the smoke fly away.
What a
kind of story…
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