I still feel the chill in me.
Everything is gone, and I couldn't see.
Everyday when I wake up
I can see the empty world,
But I cannot be free.
In the cage of my illusion,
I keep waiting for my time.
In the edge of the reason,
I keep walking on my way.
You can't see what I saw
You can't feel what I felt
because my life is like a book.
They told me words of faith,
Is it made of the truth?
The life made a new rule.
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