I was myself
Not the other
If you know
I have never scraped the blood ink
In the story of life sheet
Even you did not ever care
When my heart cried out
moaning in pain
Looking for a way out
In a crowded world
How could you leave
Thirst, dry flowers
Helpless in the wind
Covered in dust and trampled
Where is your good side
Although we part
No one if you care for a wilted flower
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