through a closed and open gap

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​How long has it been since I've been isolated?

​I don't even know how time flies

No, I try to pretend I don't know every day by day

I walk past like I'm dragging my feet

without purpose from when

After sunset, I walk on a stone road without a street lamp


a warehouse backyard with broken windows

A wheel bent and abandoned handcart

Take it back carefully


I dusted off the dirt and dirt that had been around for years

Go back to the dark dirt road

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I'm covered by tall grass and I can't even see the way

Posts and beams piled up indifferently in the collapsed house

Raise it up as much as you can to go back to the dirt road again

Come and go carefully

twenty days to do so 

to see the trees piled up in the yard for a few days

to do something without the purpose of being something


Fill in the gaps and layer by layer


I bury my feelings that I was trapped in today and my past together



Before I know it, it becomes my will

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