There always be a day

When you crawling down to the edge of your memory

When one name could bring your silence to a total dark

When memory brings warm to your lung

Not like a sip of tea in the cold night

But a full cup of hot water in the noon

Sometimes you avoid talking about them

Your heart understands

you die every time knowing you lose, once again

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