The temperature of the fate
Fate is a thing such as mould
While you're the material
And what does life feel?
A melting furnace is either hot
or cold?
It's hot when you're inside
Being melted and coil
To be the things expected
Which opposed by your soul
Once you desire to be yourself
As what you firmly believe
To create your own spectacular life
Allowing all the dreams to bloom
As long as you're your ownself
The fate will leave you
To the distant invisible
Staying obsolete
And being cold
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