The past behind is smoking
These tears from acrid smoke
My sight through this is walking
I see how Sun awoke
I listen Sky of scope
I hear thoughts of Sun
And every thought is hope
My moment is begun
The truth makes Sun just brighter
The lie is always stain
I'm looking for the answer
What is the night and day
Between of high and ground
Illusion and some real
I try to catch the sound
Of secret that you feel
What do you hide, my Sunny?
What do you hide from me?
In filled around silence
The thoughts of Sun I hear
Thoughts of Sun
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