I see a figure I think I remember from somewhere
And try to chase after them.
When I wake up from my dream,
I cannot recall who it was.
In the gaps of this falling broken time,
I'm just wandering aimlessly
The feelings that I let pour out
They won't reach anyone anymore
If even loneliness is fated for me,
They hold my trembling heart tightly.
what is it really mean to be forgotten?
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