Flower's Memory - Liz triangle

People sometimes dance to their emotions, Carrying unnecessary burdens, Writing into history, without words. Someday contradictions will be overwritten, And it will turn into a stage of fabricated flowers. The sunken shadows grow deep. Good children, cover your ears and sleep. Once you hear the lullaby, lock the door. The deep, clear twilight of the crescent moon Cruelly reflects those who fear the devouring face. Even if you forget, I will remember. The sad smile that threads through the lines, felt on the skin. An encounter is just like an anemone, Reflecting poetry I don't possess. It's only half, my missing other half. Bad children, listen closely and tremble. Don't think you can go back, come here now. The reflected silhouette, eyes shining in the half-moon, Are a cruel beast, red with sorrow, sweetly aching. Even if you forget, I will remember. Even if my life ends, I'll remember that person's smile. Limited time signals the end. I knew this kind of ending would come, An encounter is just like an anemone, Reflecting poetry I don't possess. It's only half, my missing other half. Bad children, listen closely and tremble. Don't think you can go back, come here now. The reflected silhouette, eyes shining in the half-moon, Are a cruel beast, red with sorrow, sweetly aching. Even if you forget, I will remember. Even if my life ends, I'll remember that person's