僕が贈るものは全て 形のないものだけど 君の心の片隅で 輝く星になりたい
My youth is all out. I have no strength left to fight for a thing I deserve. Let it be.
I am old. I am odd. I am tired of being so loud and staying energetical.
I need my own space, quiet and private,
to sleep.
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People's heart are like deep well that noone even knows about the bottom.
Not until someone comes to me have I started to ask myself why are we soldiers so different and lonely in this world,
as not talking to each others but we are all in individual war that no time spent on finding out whether our hearts' rhyming the same beat.