Time

The world is rotating
The time is ticking
A lot of theory had been made
Even the theory of the blade

Time passes by, another memory have created
Another memory have departed
Just like the love
That likes to fly above

Ouch! This kind of feeling again
The happiness and the pain
They really are siblings
From the beginning

Love and Time are the parents
Pain and Happiness are the offspring
We can't get rid of them
Because they are always there

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