No true promise.
Why should I trust the fake?
No endless pain.
Why can't I decide it's the end?
No ageless love.
Why do I search for the same embarrassment?
Always give you new chance again and again,
always ignore someone else,
always forget myself.
It's time to sing, to stand out, to free myself from the hurt past.
Even if your face and our memory will be blurred by the elapsing time,
we will be fine eventually.
Right?
Right.
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