Dawn, stillness
Within the droplets of scattered showers
Releasing a white breath
Rising, it then disappears
Gazing up into the Distance
How much more do I have
My path, walking path, distant. . .
Looking by the window glass
The dark scent only
People who are in a state of flux
The emerging day-dream
Turning around, Repentance
The repeating confusion
Carrying the destiny that cannot be pictured. . .
The Distance between you
How much do I have to reach you?
My path, walking path. . .
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