I'll look at you through the window.
Of my plane going through the clouds.
Make your own choices, nobody will do it for you.
My tears have few values.
I put aside my sadness.
But that I want to try holding out.
No need to copy, I create my own universe.
I'll pretend it's not important.
Would just like to fly aboard my airplane.
Every day above the clouds.
Give meaning to your life.
I lost hope in humanity.
But I want to give you hope that no one has been able to offer me.
It sounds like the lyrics of a song, whereas that's just how I feel.
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