Someone else's Mid-Autumn Festival

Probably the moon is round

It's as round as their bright smiles

I don't know about the legend of the Mid-Autumn Festival

There is no need to know

Only on festivals like others busy with them

Calculate that you are carrying your bags

How many more days can it support

It is said that loneliness is a burden

I've been in solitude for years

I've never cared about any festivals

I don't have any festivals either

Walking through yesterday is today

I know—

The festival is just someone else's flower good full moon

In my journey

Only the wind is cold and the rain is cold

If one day I feel like I'm going to have a holiday

That must be-

On the verge of dying

I saw the angel's call

Or, yes—

I'm about to disappear memories and emotions

When I was still hungry and cold

Never, I won't have any holidays

Let me spread the smile from the bottom of my heart

While others are busy with this holiday

I don't know—

What kind of legend has them so close to madness

What kind of touching made them smile so much

Perhaps, he has become indifferent

Perhaps, it is because he is already wooden

In the course of not having a festival

I'm used to it year after year

- Replacement without color

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