Water is moving slowly

As time passing here

I am swimming freely

With shadows of my hair

I saw something over there

While I am moving my arms

I heard something around here

That’s the voice in ancient times

Swimming toward the lights

But I never know who I am

Having distorted sights

In the depth where I’m from

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