Can't see through the withering, can't see through the deficiency
The clutches never stop and the ups and downs never end.
Brush away the frost and snow, the way back is no longer discernible
The past has been integrated into the bones and blood
In a dream but outside a dream, a snow carries the years
Obliterated in the world of mortals, farewell to the wind after the chaos
When the wind blows, a lamp picks up a long distance
Even if the fate is clear
——"Arakawa Snow"
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I wish it was a dream and I would blend into that thick ink with you...
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