''Running towards the unknown
ripped dress, stained with dirt
thrusted by the cold
rain drops that wet the face.
[And] Tears that feed apathy
Forgotten!
All there exists
are tired trees
that glance at you in cloudy concern
Oh, lost exiled soul
you that were pierced with the claws of Man
and left with no memory.
Familiar reflection that once stood
in front of me
this time you didn't recognize me
I am a heard story that left
only a sweaty mark on the soil''

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