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srego
The season-changing winds
Running along the streets
Forever
On this day with the warm wind blowing, yesterday
seems terribly blinding...
sadly glimmering...
I'm always different
from who I wanted to be.
This isn't who I've wanted to be,
but I'm sure this is me.
In the darkness
The dragon
wakes.
The dragon awakens.
To a heart
that is numbed with cold
the dragon takes
When you want to do something bad on purpose
When the sunset has entered into your heart
You are me
I am you