The Burdens of Surviving



I closed my eyes for a few moments
Then I saw us together. How brilliant?!
The old memory, with little melody
The fine harmony feels so permanent. 

The good memories
Defeated by, the moment I open my eyes
I wish I could run from your memories
But the last thing I need is
to go back to your reality
To your tyranny.

In the end
We all get cured of our Sentiment.
Some of us seek medicine of happiness
Some of us search for a long time!

Then there is some like me
Close their eyes for a few moments
to re-build the old oasis 
Re-experience the old Harmony
Hope to close my eyes 
For a longer time.








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