The moon creeps in the midnight air
The gentle wind whispers
As they say you can hear
As the thoughts wonder in my mind.
And for some reason, I remember myself like a crumpled paper
As i see the glimpse of my past
Like dawn and the dust circling around my self
With a million of disappointment and regrets.
felling like a small fairy
Scattering like a worm
As I watch myself falling down apart
But still I tried flying with mighty spread wings.
As I heard , wind blows in the window
I reminisce the past. For the purpose of realizing it
And those will serve as my strengths to fight
Like a crumpled paper.
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