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ɘmiT |ɒᴎɿɘƚƎ

The moon has risen.
Close your eyes, you'll be alright.
Through your eyes, shattered will.
Time has never run out.
There's always enough time.

Goodnight.
Open your eyes, you'll cry.
Through your eyes, tortured soul.
Why won't time run out?
When will there not be enough?

The sun has risen.
Close your eyes, the light can blind.
Through your ears, word millennia-old reverberates.
You will never forget.
There's always more to remember.

Good Morning.
Open your eyes, the truth hides.
Through your ears, have you heard the unspeakable.
Why can't you forget?
When will you stop remembering?

The moon is setting.
Close your eyes, let the warmth envelop you.
Through your nose, smells of uncountable cuisines have been engraved into your mind.
New smells will be created.
There's always more to discover.

Good Evening.
Open your eyes, unveil the lies.
Through your nose, smells of uncountable sufferings have been engraved into your mind.
When will the creation stop?
When can they stop being discovered?

dɘqqoƚꙅ ꙅɒʜ ɘmiT
Close your eyes, there is nothing left.
Through your touch, not even light can pierce the darkness of the void.
You miss it.
You miss everything.

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Open your eyes, accept your fate.
Through your touch, the eternity of loneliness becomes sealed.
Why can't it stop?
Why can't the string of life be cut?