Walking in a dream
To see the karma begin
Freezing cold ice blending
From beside I may not notice
From above I may not leaving
From afar I shall just tucking
Away
All the tricks, all the stains
All the things, all the pains
I am no perfect angel
Thus answers all the hatreds
For the rolling ices
Who moved the ship
Who blocked the brain
That, I cannot see.

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