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There's something beneath my chest since I read Dazai Osamu. People I've asked, they don't care about the meaning of death. The world is cracking, nothing we can cure, I just hope the wind can drive me somewhere to begin. Wish you could write me a poem to souvenir our 6 date. I can't imagine those fairy tales. Sometimes growing up gives birth to a tragedy. The things I did nothing much was meaningful. Who ever I got near to, I know they just turn into gloom. Wish I could turn into a merrily angel, then we would meet 10 times per day. Wish I could turn into some elegant poetry, so you'll be willing to read 10 times more. Aus Songtexte Mania