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It is the life that one can’t mould
Just for the benefits hearts get sold.
We were born alone, and alone we die
That is a reality it's not a lie.
Nothing will go along the laughter or pain
It will go beyond what here we have gained.
I heard if you missed someone look at the moonlight
to blow away in memories all over the night.
I don’t know what is wrong and what is right
Have hopes after a black night; the coming day is bright.
I thought about that thing which helps two hearts bind
Those are the memories that live in our mind.
A depth of the heart is more than a sea
wandering in the memories like a honey bee.