All the energy has been spent here
All I heard was panting
Eyes closed, sweat still flowing in and not erasing
Even if you're going to lose consciousness, don't interfere
Give me a moment to be alone and listen
Dusk approaches this section of the road or too many people
It distracts me
How many voices have friends and enemies
I'm always trapped who's pulling
I just want to be naive and approach by the sense of direction
It depends on how my voice guides me
Come here, all the thoughts are clear
I'm happy to be alone
I want to focus on what I think is important
Don't let me decide without explanation and criticism
Give me a mood of exile
The dusk is near, the road is dark
Don't wait any longer
How many voices have friends and enemies
Who is pulling will always be very angry
I just want to be naive and approach by the sense of direction
It depends on how my voice guides me
Don't listen to me
Let me face the feeling of self blank is very empty
I'd rather take on failure and recklessness
But I feel the world is at ease~~
How excited are the voices
I know you care too much about me
Just want to be naive, reliable, sense of direction
It depends on how my voice guides me
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