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something always pure
Born with bare hands
Just a heart without a mind
Grow up and learn
Brain becomes a weapon,then heart is forgotten
Desire to be self purpose
Forget the promise at birth to earth
Everything you can achieve by hand
But heavy burden on the heart
When the breath goes, hands back empty
Traces on earth are all counted
What were you born for?
What to bring when get home?
Life is sleeping for a while
Death is the time to wake up eternally
All come and go
But some remain and are always pure
© b3y5151
Just a heart without a mind
Grow up and learn
Brain becomes a weapon,then heart is forgotten
Desire to be self purpose
Forget the promise at birth to earth
Everything you can achieve by hand
But heavy burden on the heart
When the breath goes, hands back empty
Traces on earth are all counted
What were you born for?
What to bring when get home?
Life is sleeping for a while
Death is the time to wake up eternally
All come and go
But some remain and are always pure
© b3y5151
