Your blood is in veins
I wish to take away your pains.
Your vigor has softened now
Yet you still exude strength, how?
The past matters not anymore
So long as you embrace me in the future.
Your soul is weary, your heart is scarred
But by God’s grace, I’ll bring you pride.
Hold on Lolo, stay strong I beg
Our lives are meaningless when hope is dead.
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