Soon a day will come, when the phone will ring,
and one voice will echo in my ear:
“Panda, I can’t take it anymore —
she talks too much,
she sneaks too much,
she cries too much,
she gives me competition.”
Though I am not jealous,
I am a little scared of her;
and though I enjoy the madness with her —
how can two swords survive in one sheath?
The voices will echo, and my brain will ache;
time will pass,
from evening to night,
from night to day.
Those voices are coming, from far away —
I can hear them coming soon,
I hear them whispering, soon.
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