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Alor Setar
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Ash like snow...
The sky is dyed red by the ebony darkness,
And the distant stardust swallowed up,
In this transient moment as the snowing ashes fall.
I watched it through the window of grief.
I never dreamed
I stand frozen.
there... I come for you.
My hopes are alone in the desolate night sky,
They soared high until they were crushed.
Each time the world changes shape,
The things I want to protect,
I end up breaking them.
Oh, the sinful darkness tugging at my heartstrings,
Your voice is like anaesthesia,
Coldly, it robs me of my senses.
No matter how we pursue our differences,
It never ends.
Why do I have to fight?
Even if the light is extinguished,