Inside of the emptiness of my body and my soul, my sound gets louder.Inside of the emptiness of my heart my bowl is never full enough to full fill with your tears.
Inside of your lovely heart my tears rolling down to my face to spread out.
Inside of my loneliness who care about.
When the use of my usage is over my place is only junk to bury me
Only a few man can re-use me
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