Death by Love
How love your art so?
connects many, kills many,
close the life before the life closes.
Spring in the depth of hearts,
fascinating, affectionate,
And love each others,
Hugging, playing with their life.
many killed at your feet
And filled with watery eyes,
Yet not content with this state?
for your sake many wars,
fights are the mere shadows of history.
Why your art so?
let me kill you
before you kills me.
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