Hollowed out trees
Annual rings as chains
Time was stolen
It comes to remember
The forgotten
The pain is numb
Inside the tin case
And treasures
Destroyed house
Youth in the twilight
Time forgets
Those old things
The writing covered the blur with silence
Words awaken coldness with emotional kisses
The eyes follow the metaphor
Cry step by step
There is dust left by years in clothes
In this relaxed night, it's natural
It's like you're back
Listen to me
Old things stir up the fog of memories
Take me out of loneliness
Stepping on the bones of snow
Hearing the forgiveness of winter night
The writing covered the blur with silence
Words awaken coldness with emotional kisses
The eyes follow the metaphor
Cry step by step
There is dust left by years in clothes
In this relaxed night, it's natural
It's like you're back
Listen to me
Hollowed out trees
Annual rings as chains
Time was stolen
It comes to remember
The broken road
Scattered back home
Time is up
All the old things
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