Thank you, for giving me a touch of life.
She was different
She was not interested in lip-stick
But...
"lip to lip..."
He was her favorite lip-stick..
She cannot move
She is bone-tired
She is bone-tired
I think she needs your hug
Will you?
It is tragic to be a human being
It really is...
First,
He is fucked up
By the so called presence..
And after that,
Bit by bit
Absence eats him up all..
Ain't it..?
She sings out
In silence
For you..
Do you hear?
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