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Everything looks so fine, whatever that you say.
Whenever that you make.

Be it all, got some crazy. I never want it faded.
But somehow had to admit.

Try, my life isn't a coding style.
I wish that I could never be an error.
I even't want to catch.

So, shall I gonna fly? Fly toward the breath, fly to the way.
I know I am willing to, with some scared, with some confused.

I am giving it a try, though tears may cry.
Then I'll be brave to arm myself.

I want to sing loudly, to be dreaming about.
Yes, I'll be dreaming about.