You are so nice,
Sometimes I hardly realize -
You are just shape, besides
It doesn’t stay in hazy eyes
Of mine; and nothing new in my desires...
I want to touch your hand, but recognize
That you’re just dream, and I just cry without tears...
My thoughts and life are different and empty spheres...
My way is more then hundreds miles,
My soul is like ten hundreds liars.
Nothing new
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