You walk through the vast wilderness,
only to find that this road has come to an end.
You are like a little bird soaring into the sky,
touching an endless web.
Have you ever experienced the ideals in your heart, shattered into dust?
Have you ever felt all the unwillingness, turning into the helplessness scattered on the ground?
Do you hear the cold wind blowing through the city's noise,
as night falls on a lonely street corner?
Are you, like me,
waiting for dawn to arrive in the pitch-black night?
Waiting for dawn to arrive.
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