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Always running in my dreams With a clumsy, awkward gait Shaking them off with meta, unfair tricks I let out a sigh of relief Another foothold crumbles away I have to think of something else Reassembling the words I left by my pillow Which thread was it that got tangled? While searching, the sun goes down My hands in the darkness only cut my fingers Just pitiful, so pitiful, I cannot change Swept away, swept away to the end Spinning, spinning, feelings of self-reproach Even if I lose my way, toward the light To the ears, to the fingers, hypocrisy flows Leave it, peel it off like an avalanche Search, seek, let's wake up now Before the habit of oversimplifying takes hold If everything perishes like in a movie What should I think about? No one knows what love is So we just pray somehow At the end of the sense of belonging, the two of us Empty, stroking each other's wounds With a makeshift sense of satisfaction I fattened my own pockets No matter which thread got tangled It would be easier if I just tore it apart Where does the heart I offered disappear to? Already separated, I cannot touch you "That's... if that's the case, it's too much," they say I only looked at the outward form Even though there are as many aesthetics as there are people I sowed the seeds of understanding here Using the knowledge I once let wither as nourishment If the heart and brain aren't the soul Then why does it hurt so much? Stop, stop, I cannot smile Butterflies and flowers, the end is but a moment In the heavy, cold midnight It thrusts it upon me so terribly kindly Already the meaning, the days, are cracking Symbiosis, anyway tomorrow will be cloudy too Eventually, if those hands let go...? My thoughts always stop right there Ah, see, I still cannot change My feet always head toward the ground No matter where I lose my way I have to think, so that you can exist correctly Who is this for? Who is this for? What is for your sake? What is for your sake?