I opened my eyes in a dusky dawn day,
Only blood stains with hard-working glory smiled;
The stained clothes had nerve failure under a polished look.
I used my mind in an underrated way,
Only the dew-soaked grass tilted its head;
The beautiful sky removed all boundaries under a conspired book.
I stepped forward in a gimmick world,
Only a few reliable hands turned out to be furious;
The wrinkled glamour dived into the dirty lake for a handsome hook.
I opened my mouth in a bold, experienced way,
Only the sacrificed power was overwhelmed for its restoration.
The fresh ornaments got crowned with a quirky head shake.

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