Today my life is the enigma
nobody knows the answer of this air shooting
this shoot to the nothing itself
try to shoot down the stars, even if they are in darkness
while they are mocking you
keep laughing at you while the stock of rouleau
is tiring out, tiring out
I prefear to join you, star
rather than trying to catch you up
with stray bullets
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