Flow

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Flowers were being washed with bitter tears,
Looking at the departing figure in the distance.
Why did we pretend to hide our fears
At that fateful instant?

We thought that we could change,
Leaving everything as it really is.
But now we can't heal from the pain.
Nobody needs you and me.

We became strangers by someone's will.
It was decided a long time ago.
And time does not cure grief,
It only continues to flow.

The years were passing in vain.
And like a blade, those happy moments ran through the heart.
We won't be able to revive again
Our pure, but dead love.

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