Forget time, forget the joy. Only come to a close in lonely, busy fall for the bleak. Life, every day, and then dream, many things can be owned only a dream. Fragility of life, inadvertently, he was hollowing out of the pain, dark thoughts, he served as a bleak night wind wrinkled the blossoming, flowers open to make, so I fade away to wait for rebirth.
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