Stand in the middle of a noisy crowd

I lost myself

Several times in dreams

I forgot about the blues

Reminiscing about the bygone years

How many upheavals

But I used to smile

to change yourself

Once upon a time

It has long been the handwriting in the diary

I'm here today

In the harsh reality

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