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when I’m lost
on the empty streets of the night
under the moonlight
I find a story of my own
to be told in whispers
to the sky
to scatter in the shape of the stars
an unfamiliar feeling visits me, whilst
I feel the pressure of the gossips
wandering in the air,
a fear so touching
to my senses, accustomed to stay numb
no matter what the situation is
a little melancholy, a little nostalgia
I remember my happy moments of childhood
when I deserted my family,
lost in the town, wandering by my own
and after then, when my mother and
my aunt found me in a seat alone
staring at the sea so blue,
the same color with my mother’s eyes
ohh, my Lord
mercy me
forgive my sins
your helpless servant begging
