I always want to be different when I grow up
I always wanted to wait until I was independent and it would be different
I often think that when I get it, it will be different
tossing in every city
experienced one after another
I'm used to parting but reluctant to part
Sitting in the subway watching the time in front of you and the light behind you
The feeling of fear is especially the beast, the emptiness is so desolate
So different, why are they so similar
Sitting in the car, looking out the window, a gray patch
Standing on the road, looking at the car, the lonely one
How similar, how sad, repeated wandering
In the blink of an eye, a moment of trance, a hopeless hope
We all live in our own imaginary world.
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