so i imaged the ocean in the sky
then said good-bye to this ugly youth inside
as the sun and moon passed by
but still there are wasted times
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Wasted Times
so i imaged the ocean in the sky
then said good-bye to this ugly youth inside
as the sun and moon passed by
but still there are wasted times
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