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