No-control

If I can be myself like a past picture
it's possible to smile somehow.
I can also weep no more.
facing such the end of the day too

by no control impulse
by one-sided emotion
by dry and fresh words
by the truth sound
ticking away this moment (or time)

If I can be kind like the sunset of the old town
It's possible to flow bad memories and lies cleanly.
the fear go through calmy
facing this night too

by no control impulse
by one-sided emotion
by dry and fresh words
by the truth sound
ticking away this moment

someday I hoped passed by a long time ago.
I still came around the way.

I will hope again by the word.
pray hope believe.
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