The clock is not slow
We are going to die
A place I haven't been to yet
How many regrets in life
I can't stop dreaming
What if I became like that
Like mayflies, like dust
Fall off
Fall off
Follow me out of here
Come here
Come here
I am the dust
I'm holding an umbrella on a rainy day
The rain is in a hurry
It's better to leave me alone
After many regrets
In exchange for not being ordinary
I stumbled and had such a miserable life
Like mayflies, like dust
Fall off
Fall off
Leave the rest blank
Again
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