HIGH COMPASSION

No Answer
I'm going to fall flat on the sky
No Answer
Days that will even block off the light

I say turn it up
But no one knows my wish
So turn it up
The sun goes down again

No power
The goal still stays far from me
No power
I'll know the afternoon for tomorrow

Sometimes I wish quit living here
Just standing to the sky.
Sometimes I quit to open my mouth
With no power, and just misery

Where does everything go back?
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