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I finally got here
But what¡Çs that place?
Does this really I wanted?
There was nothing at all
People were quite angry
Everybody no care of injuring others
Who live in like secretly
Were moved by only desire
There wasn¡Çt emotion at all
People were like robot
Is this my destination?
I may walk wrong way
I try to go back my way
But this way can¡Çt see anything
I don¡Çt know where am I
I wouldn¡Çt be able to go back
I can only stand here
Until raised sun
I opened new pages in the book
There weren¡Çt anything
Only white paper spread out
If this was like my life
Would I do trying again?
But what can I do that?
White paper is still white now
I may walk wrong way
I try to go back my way
But this way can¡Çt see anything
I don¡Çt know where am I
I wouldn¡Çt be able to go back
I can only stand here
Until raised sun
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