Yes, the sun still rises.
But I find only roughness in it.
That gentle aura is lost somewhere.
He doesn't even give a shadow of peace when the clouds come.
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The birds are still calling,
But it only comes to annoyance.
That sweet melody,
Where is that tune?
.
Well, I still see the moonlit night.
But why does it not remove the darkness of my life?
Why doesn't it make the heart smile like before?
.
I'm still thinking,
The darkness of the night vanishes in the circle of thought,
But those thoughts no longer sway in peace.
It just gives a bitter feeling.
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Still dreaming,
But that's not a dream.
Like lightning coming out of a torn sky
One nightmare.
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Today I am watching the victory procession of the past at the juncture of the past and the present
Enjoy.
But I am lost behind the past.
But that was not to be.
I was assured that it would not happen.
But was it just a promise to feed the children by burning water in the pot?
Whatever he is, I am a dreamer
I dream of a golden day,
I will see Amaran.
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