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[ 7:03 p.m. | 13/12/2017 ]
Where there is hope,
There is always hardship.
Thought this was the ocean but it's a desert,
A medium-sized,
Ordinary person was my second name,
With foolish hope that tomorrow,
Will be different before we fell asleep,
We saw the mirage in the desert.
But we couldn't grasp it, praying that we'll remain in this desert till the end, praying that this isn't our true realm reality.
In the end, we reached the mirage and it became our true reality. The scary desert became the ocean with our blood, sweat and tears.
But why is there this fear in between the happiness?
I don't wanna cry.
I don't wanna rest.
Ocean, desert, the world,
Everything is the same thing.
Different name, I see ocean, I see desert, I see the world.
Everything is the same thing,
But with a different name,
"It's life again."
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