Future Memories


Dream about memories

Be puzzled by spring

The night’s jungle is coming

It’s time to leave the ring.

Madly blooming trees

Silently reading white lips

A single heart’s sweet voice

Singing about its triumph in the mist.

Go to bed says the witch,

Drink to your guile

And think about upcoming disasters.

It’s now time to shine for your master.

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