there are some words
got lost in forests and fog of subway
i'll never tell you
i'd never find the right door
i'd never know the right way anymore
some of us have sences and the knowledge
others found the courage to acknowledge
that windows of souls only full of snow
and fields of hearts stand for every first row
the cinema stars and well-known persons
they all get dignified by no reasons
is there any eye to follow our trace?
is there a proof of what is substance?
i'll never tell you
i'd never find the right door
i'd never know the right way anymore
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