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Drifting Boat


The scent of spring and the budding flowers
will not bring you back to me as I stand paralyzed


Yet another long run she had

Questioned the fragments she long gathered

To leave her another

To get her sober


when summer comes it’s rain at dawn
drawing close to you, I gather up the fragments


Drifted boat carried along past memories

of mere nothing supposedly but then last imbibed

To go sailing nowhere but heading in the same old path

Seemingly plumped up in loads but the same old past


After autumn passes, 

surely, I will cut off the black hair that I’d let grow


As it was drifting still the boat of unwavered dull pain

Made allusion cut short of the long black hair

to paint her the same old projection

Not so long after, made guess it was probably what dragged the figure back within eyesight


Oh, beloved  I completely forgot the sight of your parting face after only three days
‘Drifting Boat’ sang by Go Go 7188

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