I suddenly remembered the days I've been up to
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In the pouring rain In a flying plane
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A needle and a thread were handed over and the signal of "beginning"
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Thread the thread through the hole in the needle Days Ace like repeating this
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The days from now on I suddenly started drawing
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Up, down, left, right, up and down
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Various people, crying, falling, and spreading
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Shivering hands haze
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Why eight fingers?
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Don't kill one person, don't hit anyone's shoulders
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Don't be bullied and hit by a car
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Illness, fire, accident, earthquake
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Dodging with a single sheet of paper every day
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Gentle enough not to be deceived and smart enough not to be sarcastic
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She said yes, yes
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It seems vague and clear
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A delicate story
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Don't step on it, don't miss it
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Be very careful
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I think it's kind of refreshing to say to you
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You're just dragged in one day
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The smell of sadness stood up to wash away my nose
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Heading to the bathroom, but there is a line of mourners, a line of sobbing
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Those who give up and close their eyes Those who kneel and forgive
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A person who puts a needle on his arm and engraves the name of a loved one
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Those who say a celebration to the side like them
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Only those who threaded by the time of landing can live tomorrow
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On purpose
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Live, yes, that's right
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Like heaven, like a picture of hell
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A messy story
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It ’s okay to run through, it ’s okay to run through.
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So the ultimate choice
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One person who looks exactly like me secretly in front of the emergency exit
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Slowly turn the steering wheel and shake off the restraint to open the shoot.
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If it falls off like that, let it fall without permission. Rather than that, put a thread on the needle.
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It seems vague and clear
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A delicate story
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Don't step on it, don't miss it
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Be very careful
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Comedic and tragic fate
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Cook as you like
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You can stand on your toes
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Go to the highest point |