The piano drifting in
a bottle at my side
sitting on the floor
the doors responding to the traveling wind
I think i heard the hello
but i am not sure
out of a million,i pick a question
what does this mean?
this moment,what does it hold?
like a teacher,every now comes with an instruction
I bleed without the sight of blood
I feel like i have been killed
perharps i reap the seeds of my deeds
I know there's a part my patience plays in this
but instead of spoiling, i hope to repair
what can i do against destiny?
what can i say against fate?
not as much as sitting here and wait.
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