One day I will die, die in the darkest grave you will never visit.
And one day you will deny, deny from your deepest heart that I ever exist.
What about the days we divided? Isn’t they the happiest time we survived?
If we had compromised, why hadn’t we got the biggest price?
Or it’s just the excuse God provide, for us to stay alive in every longest night.
Some day I started to lie, and so did you, just like most unwise man, for we have no more strength to resist the endless lonely life.
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