The intervals between the back of my shadow are cutting off and breaking. They're running away.
I skip over the peeling flowers unnoticed as they fall down.
A sweet smelling fragrance flows out of a street corner.
And from far off in the distance I seem to hear a crying voice.
My faint hope is carried away in the night wind.
Won't it reach to anywhere?
As if refusing this world is swaying
And it's like everything snatched away
If this is a dream then I'll awaken however
We are still going without any accomplishments.
As if breaking off my midday laziness, I float upon my attitude
And fly as I try to look down upon newly formed cloud
There's the preferable smell of blood far off in the distant street corner
And I seem to hear a crying voice coming from everywhere
The deep redness flows thickly
And the moon appears to be on the verge of falling down
I want to get rid of these nonsensical days
So that I can continue with an innocent look
My faint hope is carried away in the night wind.
Won't it reach to anywhere?
As if refusing this world is swaying
And it's like everything snatched away
If this is a dream then I'll awaken however
We are still going without any accomplishments.
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