On my way home, I saw a flower
passing a merry smile hiding itself partial
I stopped there gazing for a while
As if she was an angel for myself.
On my bed throughout the night
I could hardly remember other
Just doing nothing, thinking about her
I passed the deep and dark journey with stars
the next day, I followed my soul
towards the place to have a glimpse
the flower was not there anymore
the beauty was lost forever.
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