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This feeling I could not tell
Just like seawater beatens against its own bank
The heart beats

This feeling I could not tell
Just like tensing angry bell
Beatens within its shell
The soul shifts

This feeling I could not tell
Just like toad quack in the night
The body moves

This feeling could not tell
All it could tell, the heart that melts with anonymous one
In serial and sequence

This feeling could not tell
All it could tell, the soul that calls ignorant one

This feeling could not tell
All it could tell, the body that feels unknown one

This feeling I could not tell
Except the sixth sense active
That help create by that medlar