A tired day has changed its colour,
The sky switched on the silver stars.
Moonlight trails path into the parlour,
Our heads are full of thoughts of us.
Look forward to reunion time coming
To tell each other lots about our love
& to forget offenses, all shortcomings,
Fake message accounts to get rid of.
An hour will strike,without petty nitpicks
We'll get away from empty online leisure
No longer pursuing this useless politics.
Cause we may find much worthy pleasure.
We played too much, my sweetheart
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