NAPATSORN TREESAP

October hits different,
10 stations I caught a glimpse of the whisperers
Those hazy moments in the suitcase I owed it to you
I carried soft but pathetic steps straight to a fool
I read the books of the travelers,
I bought a ticket from the traitors,
I went through a map of dealers,
I sang some songs with strangers,
It doesn’t make me matter what’s evermore feels like
I called back in 1999, did I still make it works? I cried
Millions of comets in the sky,
Millions of wishes to make it arrive,
Millions of miles I have to pass it by
Trillions of acid rain, I cried.

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