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In front of me she will glaze a glass wall, Then expand it into a maze that is off the wall. There is no haze, everything is clear In her eyes the rage and sage blaze up the wall I flee from her room with a faze, I even exile myself For how much she can raze, till crashing my world to the wall But still she makes me daze, I want to crawl back to her Even I know my craze is like nailing jelly to the wall Till I search to the farthest naze, to the end of the world, Realize the entrance of her maze, is actually wall-to-wall If I had returned her gaze, with truth and sincerity She'd forgive how I laze, and dismantle all the walls. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 98.206.162.66