Tie your worries into bundles

Throw into the river of forgetfulness

Let it drift into unfamiliar territory

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Everything is as it is

I can't afford to pick it up

Put the memory in the corner

Cleaning is not left

A hint of dust

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Put your heart in it

Tempered on 62 degrees of alcohol

Life is lost in paralysis

The shell is screaming

Summons the return of the soul

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Keep the loneliness on the island

After that, he lived alone on it

I make a hook day and night

Use life as bait

The vicissitudes of the fishing years

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