faceless man
I'm sorry,
I forgot my face and my voice.
Now I am faceless and voiceless,
and I don't remember the songs of my lost trees.
Believe me,
I know that this world has inspiring songs,
and that the sky has beautiful colors,
but what can I do
if all of our colors were stolen in broad daylight?
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