I'm frail,cruel.
I cut down the one that was covering me for solitude called liberty.
Now I see that it was just like wings.
So I'm falling….
If I could fly to the sun,I could vanish.
But I don't have even a wing for that now.
Just falling down……………………………
with laughing at myself……………………………………………………………….
A left way to save myself is
to just say good bye to the past and walk on down….
We'll become stars naturally someday anyway,
so let's shine by ourselves until the day….
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