Love is Lonely


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The color of mother’s hair is given to me
It returns to the original white
The look in father’s eyes is passed on me
It shows the indifference of old face
A very beautiful name
A place I was attached to
When lights are off one by one
except one
When every door is closed tightly
except one
There is only one yellow light
There is only one unlocked door
Wherever I fly to or go across
As long as I turn around
There is always a light, behind a door
Just because it has a very beautiful name
It has the width and tenderness of the sea