I snucked out of my room,
hardened with the paint of unrefined fronts and lies,
and gazed at the night sky,
like always, I'll jump over the twisted wire fence,
And run over the hard pavement,
We, who are unalike, are connected by a thin thread,
Not one of those red ones you see around,
Where we meet up, huge trees stop the racket,
And only the sound of our breath soaks in,
I'll hang out with you at that empty town square,
Every time our eyes meet, they smile,
I'll run through the night; don't attack me just now,
I'll run towards the far-off light,
The graffiti on the walls and the clock that stopped suddenly,
Will grant me eternal freedom,
On my rolling back, the feel of cold concrete,
On the tip of my tongue, something bittersweet, once again,
I drew a rose-colored freehand haphazardly,
Lightning flashes in the west,
I'll run through the night; don't attack me just now,
I'll smash the fate of destruction and run through,
I'll hang out with you at that empty town square,
Every time our eyes meet, they smile,
I'll run through the night; don't attack me just now,
I'll run towards the far-off light.
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