Tired eyes cannot catch
The speed of death growing
Dream a devil and it is
Routines, living in poverty
Of spiritual land without faith
Who is the guy with anxiety
Hardly falling asleep but waking up
With difficulty. You look
Prosperous but thin, and will be
Thinner. No matter how much you gain
You just want to return it
To exchange a day without blue
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