| While I’ve lost my shaken sense of reality
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| Where will my sentiments, piling up like rubble, go?
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| Holding a crushed hope, I brushed off the red rain and ran in a trance
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| At the end of crumbled emotions, what do I see? |
| What exists? |
| I still don’t know
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| All fleeting futures simply kept unfolding silently in front of my eyes
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| Light and shadows vanished; |
| what the last words
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| Wished for was just tomorrow; |
| where does it exist in this reality?
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| Gazing at the crushed present, I ran in the middle of the red rain
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| unhesitatingly
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| Over the crumbling scenery, what do I know? |
| What do I hear? |
| I can’t see anymore
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| I’ll simply keep silently choosing the single fleeting future in front of my
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| eyes
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| At the end of crumbled emotions, what do I see? |
| What exists? |
| I still don’t know
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| All fleeting futures simply kept unfolding silently in front of my eyes |