Blame me for being doubtful
Uncertainty is like rain
Washing away
outlines of sense
Pain is no longer pain
Love's no longer love, it's fading
All colors run in years
Step into the rain
Your face upward
Tears are no longer tears
Blame me for my inaction
Awareness is like stain
Capital sentence
Is carried out
I'm cut by the Fate's fast train
(2008)
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