• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 10
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Your smile is not your front
It is a riddle with no proper count
You mask it in a color
And drown me while I wander

How do I get in?
How can I come in?
Let me sail in your thoughts
With this fire you've caught

Let my sea devour you
As I wish to hold your hand
Will it be better soon?
Let's find out while we still can

Swim swim and let's find out.
Stay and don't go out.