Time just flowing like that river
to the immense ocean,
and my dumb words speak
my death’s information.

Lack of appetite of my stomach
while the dark clouds covered the moon,
on its face, shameless sketch
merely covered by illusion.

Dumb words became bare
and the water got impure
closing my two eyes,
waiting for the sun to rise.

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