Traveling far, feeling close, she takes herself to
Tasting from inside, tasting from outside,
Touching, not touching... without running.
knowing... That life is a rewritten script,
and only the time shows similar note,
In a world hunted by ghosts, she keeps herself out of
She lifts her eyes to the sky, with a smile across her
lips, In an attempt to check she can still touch the
...To see...the way...that will return...
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