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Those crimson stains still weep till this day,
Though your soul's ebbed, the blight in my heart still stayed.
Your face's like a whirlpool— how long has my mind been altered?
The fragments of your image still clatter.
A withered hand once grappled onto my veins,
Whispering to me, "don't depart, just stay until it rains."
And when the sun has set on the west,
The sickening burden downpoured on my chest.
I still remember— the ivory ribbons and white orchids.
But the buzzing chime in my head will never be sorted.
I was in front of you, raining from the inside up until I was dry.
Maybe that's what you meant, because I was your sky.
I don't know if I'm able to unlock the cage,
Because it would mean that I'd escape from the stage.
All I'm seeing is the lush greenery and the air of sunshine,
Unfortunately, It's an invitation I have to decline.
