Walking through the streets
The pace of a heartbeat, yours and mine
find a rainbow, a rainbow of kind
from where the tears too shine.
Walking through the streets
no longer can meet the eyes
so oblivion of the happiness,
so empty of the joy, what we can spare.
Walking through the streets
a day is long stretched
to curse on own ways too far
a hand could not give up the play.
Walking through the streets
the pace of a heartbeat, yours and mine.
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