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Black vultures circling around

the waste of your youth

Always afraid to tame the waves

a part of youth is gone

No

Rise, can't stuck in the mud the wait is over

No second chances, time always runs

Turn your back to the sun and fade away

Signs of surrender desperation

Life kept deepening its roots, but didn't let grow

The seeds were not yours to throw away, but nothing is left to bloom

Stiff and withered still exists

The countless years

With no drop of willingness

Just adding to the score

Rise, can't stuck in the mud the wait is over

no second chances, time always runs

Only reach for the endless sky

forget of the shore

Take a deep breath and dive

In the end the curtain will drop

Wouldn't be a waste to leave without a blossom?

the flowers of your time, a meaning caught in the scent, treasures scattered with the wind