If you want to measure these tears
They are not measured
My eyelids
No more water
If you want to measure my love for you
It is definitely not measured
My heart is crying
In the scene of your love
I see myself
In the corner of my heart
With fragments
A lonely wound
In my pain
You come every morning
As your heart pleases
Abandoned by myself
We who meet
From collapse
We who are separated
In pain
Is this a letter
Or a lesson
I or you
Who should be blamed..

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