Casting Lights
I bet I'd lost your face
The time you've gone away
For things not permanent
In sorrow I shall repay,
Come not unto me
Cause you may not be pleased
To look not on my face
Weathered by sufferings,
Touch not on my scales
A soil that ever dried
Hoping unto the sky
A shower to all my sigh,
Smell not my perfume
A breeze decaying loam
For time that passed away
This love forever stay...
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