PAPERBLEATS

Climbing up the pagoda

They hear the last prayer from the sand

Waiting for the sunset

They’re the warrior of the land 

 

If one ever wrote a song

the beginning for their lord

View the distant horizon

It marks the end of the world

 

It somehow recurs

background colors gonna fade

Are they used to the smell of the smoke

Ideas take turns to camouflage

a curse on their fates

Do you still remember what it looks like?

 

Some are tired of fighting have lost all ambition

Some make annotation and one claim it truth

Some say there is no use to make a confession

don’t try to believe don't go back and forth

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Those are not objects but notions of spontaneity

As people appreciate the ephemeral

Those are not tickets but captions of punctuality

So do you call it remembrance, sure?

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Climbing up the pagoda

They hear the last prayer from the sand

Waiting for the sunset

They’re the warrior of the land 

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If once ever sing a song

from beginning to the end

Reach the distant horizon

We mark the end of the land

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It carelessly reverberates when she sings off the beat

Trivialities terrorize the mass

Just try to bend the shape of history and not try to defeat

Can you recite all the phrases again?