I still crumble in the face of collapse –
Though I’ve shattered more than death since birth,
Yet the riverbank, the old rooftop, the moon of dreams
Break apart and shatter us anew.
Piece by piece, today we are wholly fragile,
At the sight of ruin, we fall apart.
Will this endless breaking ever be undone?
If your silent chest could turn deaf,
Then your agony of not saying anything would cease to exist.
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