Empty
sky
Evening time
Nothing is out
*
Sunset
Even it can't hide
Lover’s sight
*
Mirror cries
Turns into pieces
Still it reflects
*
Piece by piece
Collected in a box
Bury the past
Evening time
Nothing is out
*
Sunset
Even it can't hide
Lover’s sight
*
Mirror cries
Turns into pieces
Still it reflects
*
Piece by piece
Collected in a box
Bury the past

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