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ETERNAL LOOP
Beep.. beep! As usual, my morning alarm wakes me up. “Hmm…what a weird sense of Deja Vu….”I stare at the phone screen. “7 am? Are you kidding me? So early!” “Who wakes up exactly at 7 am these days?”. Anyway, I give up seeking why I set the alarm this early last night. But I can’t go back to sleep either. My biological clock has been disturbed! So, I try to proceed with my regular morning routine. First, I lean against my pillow and grab the Rubik's cube near my desk. “Bingo! 1min and 20s!” “Haha…not bad…,” but still a long way to go. I put the Rubik's cube on the desk back. I get to the restroom and notice something odd in the mirror. “My face!” “It’s gone!!!” I rush toward my bed only to find out my own soulless body lying on the bed! “What’s going on?” Then, I notice a certain movement under my bed. “Who’s there?” “Ha ha ha ha…,” it laughs. “Young man, your time is up!” Beep.. beep! As usual, my morning alarm wakes me up. I stare at the phone screen. “Hmm…what a weird sense of Deja Vu….”
Getting unintentionally fond of dancing on the verge of death. Oh my lord, help this poor soul fall into the abyss of death! Let this man who shall remain in front of you rest in the darkest shade! Oh great lord, here their shades are everywhere! The one's shadow hunt one down. But with oh lord's mercy, let this one rest. The words of one who shall fall into the abyss of shadows called the past. The night becomes darker. The light is faded away. Let the hunting begins! Oh lord! let the hunters hunt down their prey! None shall prayer escape one's shadow! Oh lord, the night is midnight! (The last pray of the one who shall perish for the night of shadow in abyss/ The last pray of a hopeless man who got hunted down by his own past and he was praying that everyone shall get hunted down like him before he died)
When I was a child, I knew a place
Hidden by war, by far the southern treasure
People fighting each other forgot about that space
Known by men, she will pleasure
But not known as a place for an aggressor
Doesn’t belong to anyone, the nature
Remember, remember you are only here escaping your pressure
Never, never a place for anger
When I was a child, I know a place
Tidal waves roaring like thousand trains makes a man wonder
Come rain or shine, you won’t cry in this place
Keeps apart from the reality that makes you suffer
In no time, she becomes your mother
Such a place for a broken soul
Dancing along with waves for yours
All the hates in a blackhole
When I was a child, I knew a place
For the souls of landmen, a wooden bridge will guide them there
Follow her like you follow your dreams, mind not to lose the chase
A wrong footstep on this wrecked bridge will make waves drag nowhere
A deathly price for the pleasure, you should fear
If you come by day, don't leave at night The bridge will level with the surface of the ocean
Beware of the moon as it has drawn the mighty
No, no you are safe unless you follow the chase
When I was a child, I know a place
There she lay with those beauties of her
Combination of land and sea will put an amaze on one's face
A golden, golden little pagoda hugged by her
Stones act like shields will make tidal waves can’t conquer
A wooden bridge leads to her where trees full of cherishing stand on highland
Gold, green, grey, blue, white so much flavor
Yes, yes so many riddles,but the answer will be an island
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