hiding in the open room off the light inside the
past emerges in front of the screen there is a feeling called insomnia
it is because we had love sweet
hide once familiar room
daze looking at us when
silly photos
If I had to hold fast to make you feel warm
whether you will stay
accompany I think you will go further
Because
lonely sad because you will love to hear your name
are stricken
Because I think you will be silent
because I love you lonely
Our story will not want to say any of
you never thought I remembered you have or choose to forget I
as a relief
you will not think I love you I will not continue to meet again when
embrace or miss
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