Maybe youth is as illusory as a dream

Maybe the reality is full of poignant

But we don't need to be pitiful

Just tomorrow

The sun appears as usual

I watched the sea quietly by myself

See the earth spread by darkness

Carrying a lamp to find the future

Just because you are there

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