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Out-Light Stander
Waiting for a brisk autumn wind
swept away the heat wave
Put out the fire-like light day after day
It roams the city as cheap love
It drills into cold eyes
Chasing lonely souls
Can I hate this light?
It makes me nervous
Force me to tore the deepest scar
To face my own ugliness
The evil secrets that lurk within my body
Like deep deep blue elves
Constantly expose themselves
I wish for the Goddess of Darkness
Help me hold the last line of defense
Not pierced by light
Let all be at peace again!
The dark equals with the light
The noble equals with the humble
Copyright ©
Stina Lu
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