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This is where they rose and fell

Things will keep to follow the same patterns

Once ill-defined, now much-accepted

No such real sense of anomaly

Winds have blown away every inch-block of debris

From the rubbles of our tragic yesterdays

Scenes will always in changing positions

But I doubt if they are progressing and transforming

Way we manage our lives on earth is

The way we destroy our desirable future

And we have tried, at least we've tried

To heal ourselves and learn from the past

Unexpected, the gazing X-factors

Start to crush from the inside

Time has washed away all these traumatic moments the earth once had

But will our children be free from all the wars?

Scenes will always in changing positions

But I doubt if they are progressing and transforming

Way we manage our lives on earth is

The way we destroy our desirable future

Like thick black dots in continuum

We will never erase or take them off the line

So many nails have pierced down our wooden existence

Leaving all these black holes until it comes to an end