when we back to normal
Sometimes, we thought we’ve catched
something really unusual and irreplaceble.
But finally, we sadly found
it’s only the shadow of somethin’ else
we’ve already seen before.
I call it art, you call it love.
I call it magic, tears and laugh
You don’t need a hundred years to get rid of the blues,
as I don’t need a moment to say Fin.
Disappear over the horizon,
as peacefully as the yellow moon.
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