Night is calm, but the day monster Sneaks into my dream So my dream becomes reality Without fantasy I have no shelter I walk slowly for running is a vain attempt With a hopeless thought about the dawn Don't you never come. So all pains, panic Anxieties, agony to be quarantined, purified By a deep black robe --

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