Walking on the street, aimlessly, expressionless, like a puppet.
It's none of my business, hidden in the sleeve, and everything ruthless is blocking my chest.
You are still alive, I am still alive, he is still alive, but why are the eyes full of corpses walking.
Heavy rain, thunder and lightning. Facing the window, maybe someone is yelling.
Suffering, hoping to let the invisible time roll away quickly every second.
Tomorrow may be a new day and no longer worry people as much as they do today.
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