It turns out it's either white or black. I just naively thought that
To be drunk and sober, to commit an innocent crime, the real world is only gray
I feel so tired after being strong for too long. I want to hug the one I love and fall into a deep sleep.
There is a kind of beauty in the fierceness of the storm that rolls in. If your heart is dead, you won't feel the pain.
Gray space. Who am I? I can't remember what happiness feels like.
There is no way out. Who are you? Why are you crying for me?
Dreaming about the glowing grassland and going back to a long time ago with an injury
I choose not to hate and walk away with peace. When I wake up, the night is still a long night.
Gray space. Who am I? I can't remember what happiness feels like.
There is no way to retreat. Who are you? Why are you crying for me? Hold me tight and cry.
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