Day
Live day by day,
Not fast
Not too slow.
Calm
Monotonous
Like a glass of water.
Seemingly,
All have been quiet,
When a person,
Memory is cruel to cast a piece of gray,
All in all have been misinterpreted
Can not help but ask:
Fleeting time in
Who abandoned the love?
Who can give me a quiet ghost town?
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