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A pointed branch slowly touches my arm.

My dry eyes see an early evening.

I stood up, and my view was distorted again.

I opened a heavy door.

The dirty letter is flying beyond the sky.

Impure blood runs around my body

Run！ Don't look anywhere.

You've thrown away your white shoes.

I feel cold somewhat,

Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond！

And I feel cold somewhat.

Run！ Don't look. anywhere.

You've thrown away your white shoes.

I feel cold somewhat,

Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond！

Maybe your face looks tired.