Where is the sun?
Where are the leaves that fall to the earth?
Where are the birds that chirp all morning?
Where is the light that always guides? ?
Where is the sun that burns?
Everything seems gone and vanished.
But I know deep inside this hollow darkness, they are all waiting for me to calling.
So I keep on closing the pages.
There never be reasons to reclaim things already dismissed.
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