In the middle of the night

I couldn't sleep

Imagination is out of my body

Go to the faraway wasteland

Feel the lingering loneliness

I know—

The wind on the moor was cool

The night in the moor was cold

There are no people in the moor

In this way, I banished my own imagination

Look at the geese coming from the south to the north in the wasteland

Listen to the sounds of alternating heat and cold in the wilderness

Destroy yourself day by day

I wish that one day a group of wild beasts would tear themselves apart in blood

Be them a dinner

In that way, I disappeared from this world

With a heart that is not known to the world

With a wish that only one person understands

In the middle of the night

I can't sleep

Just for the sorrow of being forgotten

Just for the sadness of a little person

Trying to try to take back my imagination

It's a pity -

It is no longer bound by me

Roaring and running farther and farther

Even I myself can no longer see

"Wandering Love and Love" We 127, in this lonely night, are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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