Still a bad child since that day

My first time staying up late

At night, the city seems to change its form

He is always there in the night.

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Keep it a secret from my parents,

Quietly close the door,

Walk a little,

Take a breath,

Until I am satisfied

With the night.

The title of a "good child,"

Surely,

From the day I first closed that door

I have lost it

Even if,

It is an advance on my lifespan,

I don't mind

Because I do not know what the future holds,

Until the moment my life ends,

I will remain a bad child, spending my time with the night