Today I seek,
And find naught but gaps bridged with hay.
Broken vibes with empty treasures.
Walking back
On no path at all,
Swimming on land,
Just to grow up with you.
Imay but once.
For I fear tomorrow
I will walk with the shadows once beautiful.
If you have gone,
I will go.
But if you remember,
We were once an army and a soldier.
Once a war and often a battle.
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