Simple moods of clusters,
Searching for a pearl;
Found is never found,
If it's lost from love.
Trigger finger time,
Creaking roads behind;
Unidentified amnesia,
Forests full of rays.
Can't you see your space?
Empty deep inside;
Flower without petals,
Crawling roots and dry.
Simple moods of clusters,
Days of stirring pace;
Found is never found,
If it's lost from love.
Calls of fortune waiting,
Pushing waves of time;
Some will cross over,
Before the freshest fruit.
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