Worn, torn and wan
A very old ghost an’ colourless banner
At the frontier final battle
At the lowest contour
The last soldier died as sacrificing
Toward the destiny left in the past long long time ago
The only remaining ghost holding the ground
In the frozen memory
Half eternity
A tiny boat
In the ocean solid icy face
Kissed by the breezes don’t even lift long eyelashes
Wearing crystal ice
Gazing the sky
Longing for sunshine
Couldn’t find its way
Failed amid the Space
Fasting infinity;
Sealed inside the eyeballs, trapped dreams
Waiting to fly
Fractured bony wings
A fake messenger being
In light speed
Greets from a distance
Leaves a sentence of message
Psycho-waves
Face to face with the medallions
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