Continuing searching for my stolen past,
I wander through an unfamiliar town.
The scent of fire has stained onto me and is making me choke,
despite the fact that I have already bid it goodbye.
*Upon seeing what hell is like, my heart dries up.
I've grown weary of fighting.
If it is my fate, I will make up my mind,
so please cut me some slack for now.
Surely there will be a tomorrow, aah, after today.
Picking up and collecting shattered dreams,
I roam about on this goalless journey.
The flickering shadows are like nightmares coming back to life,
despite the fact that I have already bid it goodbye.
As soon as I see you, my heart becomes cold.
I've grown weary of fighting.
If it is my fate, I will make up my mind,
so please cut me some slack for now.
Surely there will be a tomorrow, aah, after today.
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