Here I am in the prejudiced eyes,
Waiting until that time comes upon the moon,
Wasted away by the future dreams,
To the river of joy, my shadows will run,
O my lovely one,
Please, speak not, cry not, for I am is tears,
In the loneliness, my name is alone,
A meaning between grasslands beneath the stars,
An eternity whenever fireflies chasing each other,
Where myself is yours forever.
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