The art that beats within a heart

When dart just falls upon some broken heart

Stars, they fill nothing but something

All I know is pain.

Again, again and again.

The agony forever will remain.

Then suddenly a flower!

I see a flower falling from a burning tower…

They live their lives like sort of a roulette

Then, I, live it for the wind.

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