There is no direction and no purpose
In this age of hard harvest
Everything is so insipid
Waiting has become our only courage
Write the notice on my face
Tell you my sigh
You are my window and my expression
Looking at you in a mask
I can't understand your love
There's no halo on your head
And the shadow of you out of balance
Helpless to sit in each other's arms
Tearing at each other's memories
Years pass through our bodies
Until everything can be forgotten
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