Tossing between the two

Cross roads to the land of shadows,

Bright ways holding the hands to meadows.

Urge to get drenched in the rain,

As vivid pure scenes that can never be in vain.

One step ahead and two steps behind ,

Open the treasure of memories and put on rewind.

Real tastes colliding with the fake one’s,

Drunk hearts and closed eyes beutifully shun.

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