A dream belonging to a group of young boys: once, the world was as warm as a smile in the sunshine.
Why did that bright, heavenly world suddenly become so far away?
Who says we are born fearless? I'm afraid to go on living...
I never had the chance to consider hope and despair, two worlds so different despite being just one letter apart. But when I finally did, the world told me: Your hope has run out.
Life is an ocean, surging forth to drown the whole world above my head...
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