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A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.

If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
And violence rapes me.

An understanding is impossible.
Why was I chosen? Someone should answer

Please, I want you to reply that this is a bad dream,
How much should I scream, anguish, and suffer?
Please, I want you to tell me this is a bad dream,
How much will this voice that seems to be torn to pieces cry?

There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter.

I killed my voice, and persuaded my withering self
Not to lose sight of life
The shivering evening that killed my voice is going to sink into pain
Forgive me for my breath that seems to have stopped

Please, I want you to reply that this is a bad dream
How much should I scream, anguish, and suffer?
Please, I want you to tell me this is a bad dream
In my last moment, I want to try to smile once more.

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