Queen Ephemeria - Saigon Blue Rain

My life like a…

like a withered petal

my betrayal

for one night, I kissed my youth goodbye

beauty must die

Though, I run against the dark

sure, I’ll moan about old times

though, the clock outlives our hearts

still, I hope I shall not die

At final dusk, silvery hair becoming dust

Seasons blew me away before my mind grows old

and merciless noise of the clock took off my crown

but emptiness might be my new golden home

my last golden home…

Though, I run against the dark

sure, I’ll moan about old times

though, the clock outlives our hearts

still, I hope I shall not die

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