But then you left, having me with those scars.
Scars... can't be healed though it can fade.
Why?
I always wonder.
What am I supposed to do now?
I shouldn't come neither go.
I'm trapped in this black hole, waiting for the miracle.
Far, far away... the light's waiting for me.
It'll lead me back to the earth, back to the gravity.
I miss the shine of the sun, the stars that lay across the universe.
I wanna back to where I belong, though it creeps me.
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The blue and the red can be mixed.
Even the horizon knows it.
If the miracle come, then we'll be purple.
We'll stay in the same horizon.
Stand still, hand by hand, hold on to the gravity.
So, our world will collide and soon to be united.
I still have the faith.
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