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That game alone in the playground of destiny,
Repeatedly losing even without a rival.
Invisible shackles wrapped around the legs,
Seeking out of bounds with a silent sight.
In the prison of life called destiny,
In the love of long breaths at the end of thought.
Hundreds of scribbles are painted,
On the shelf of imagination.
Going on the boat of loneliness again.
The darkness of night came,
suddenly there was a flood of long rule,
Reminds me of my loneliness.
Repeatedly losing even without a rival.
Invisible shackles wrapped around the legs,
Seeking out of bounds with a silent sight.
In the prison of life called destiny,
In the love of long breaths at the end of thought.
Hundreds of scribbles are painted,
On the shelf of imagination.
Going on the boat of loneliness again.
The darkness of night came,
suddenly there was a flood of long rule,