[創作] Round Midnight
The clocks on the wall solemnly ticktock,
As if Fate were offering a last-minute ride
And we've got nowhere to dodge and hide.
The noises around the city diligently fuck,
So as to seduce the tranquility deep inside
And jerk sanity out of the conscious mind.
Round midnight,
Young men lose sight;
The hawkish dare not to fight;
Justice yields its might,
As hatred takes a bite;
And Kabul drops its kite.
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