Shifting sands of my memories
Bury enemies' faces.
Quicksand never leaves traces,
No regrets... on the blistering breeze...
Blossoms fall from the sakura trees...
Melting chain of your steps
Crossing mutable line of the tide,
Meets the wave to eternally hide
In the cold of my memory depth.
On the edge of the world there's nothing to say
Looking down to the waves.
Silent shades in the haze.
Life is fading away.
No regrets...
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