The plaid drapes have become much less intense
Do I still have the license?
I guess I need to stop the pretense
The incandescent sea is glaring at our figure
The feeling has become unbearable
All the sweetness expressed in nature
Has left completely untraceable
Silence is sometimes the answer
My hands are incapable of working magic
The consequential shudder
Has reflected the inevitably tragic
I simply need no excuse
For it is not square one
Let me sip the pomegranate juice
For I have unarguably won
The creation of this poem was inspired by Reflection (倒影) by Jay Chou.
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