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There's no music, just bread, chewing bread to sleep.
No thought, lying on the ground, looking at the sky in a daze.
Lala, I grew up. What did my mother give birth to me for.
Lala, my ideal flies in the sky, and I can't catch it.
It doesn't matter whether it's day or night. The passage of time makes me feel scared
It doesn't matter whether the past or the present is the meaning of life.
You're here, I'm here, we've come to this familiar place.
You're here, I'm here, and our dream will come true.
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