A Voice Of My Words

I will break all my pencils which bring the illusion to me
Off my face I dust away the agony

I will never give up the bell of desolateness
Under my soul, the rock never brings honey

Can all my words turn into shadows?
I believe l posses all dreams in arrows

Oh blue sky above!
To you, this is my voice full of sorrow

Even if the time never ends
There a moon which certainly not a stranger to tend

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