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Emptiness and sorrow, They all say it will get better tomorrow, Yet I am stuck in the mistakes of my past, While everyone around me is moving by fast, Standstill, standstill, My body turns into a landfill,
The Mirror Shoots it's rainbow daggers throughout the hall. It is three in the afternoon And I am faced With the mirror. It blocks the path. Knowing Taunting with my own face
Dust drifts down, and for a moment, it resembles the dance of white snow. Caused by a large boom, the dust falls and crashes into the top of houses, trees, and people. Some dust lingers in the air and shrouds everything in sight.