NAPATSORN TREESAP

I will never find a perfect rose
When I still ride on this road
I will never find a perfect prose
When I still blind from this love

I go out of the rabbit hole
When I’m trying to find some new golds
I will never think, I will never know 
When I see death from this love

I will never reach a shadow of presence
When I still unlearn this lesson
I will never leave the winter season
When I still drunk from this love 

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