Feel the waves of the ocean which is flowing inside.

HarsH ReaLiTy

Empty bottles mark the days. I see the world through a foggy haze. Obligation’s voice takes youthful tone. Showered affection, I am not alone. And yet how much company can a mountain find? Especially when he is unkind. I could dream myself through life, never feeling strife. But what type of reality is that?

I line the shots and drink to ease the pain. The pain of pain, reality’s bane. Take me back to where mountains cry. To where dreams soar and there are no lies. Silence me and break my pen. That I might find my voice again.

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韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

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