smoke spins like little vortex
as it hypnoticize, gives a little pain
i have never dreamed that sin
and it is so hard to say
when the morning wake up gloomy
i've heard the sound of darkness
i saw my fears were the truth
within the clouds, drops as mirror
reflected all my perfectin down
i lived the second birth brightly
i should have known this
my exquisite creativity withered
what a funeral like ceremony
now it is so hard to say
did i lose my might to shine
or the magic of dreamcreator
as you suffer by my gone
i will be on my way through the eclipse
whatever that hurts to say
goodbye for the next Sun day...
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