Confuse with the feeling of boredom and scare,
I dare not stare myself with that desperate hope.
Sticking to the unreliable trust,
Let my freedom burst . . .
I'm gonna shut the force of environment down,
Strolling along with the worthless wounds.
How many noons should I need to lit ?
Let myself burn with the light of moon . . .
(bs)
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