NAPATSORN TREESAP

He fought his way, he cursed her days
On the edge of her masquerade
His hometown celebrated it
With a dreadful champagne
In the steps of heaven
He paved the way to the butterfly maze
Beautified it with the desert cake
She followed the wrong steps of faith
Falling to the ground at the cemetery gate
Screaming to the ghost of the flowery angel
As time passed, they started to throw the stones of hate
Then she started to roll the word “insane”
In the saintly spirit in the bloody mess
Rolling the dice trying to save her own face
Dressing his mind, decorating his eyes
With something that is going to be okay
“We met as rabbits, aren’t we?
In the past lives, we were once forbidden”
She shouted with hatred and enmity
Repeating again— history
Something their hands can’t intertwined
Lost in amity, fought as an army
Repeating again— history
Something their fate can’t intertwined

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