Graceless memories comes up to surface.
Face to face,
Space of the ocean,
Ocean of space.
Those hopes that finally have lost
Is my own fleet and my own cannonball.
Never looking back,
Captain in panic,
Too close to mirror,
Loose values,
Loose values,
Loose values,
Values...
How many more times I should see this?
How many more times I should see this?
Admiral will never see the coast.
Ship will never
Saw the shore.
Glad if it is never too late.
Observe the danger,
Abandon vessel.
Run away from the cycle that I have created.
There is no room for the skulls and bones.

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