That day, we went
our separate ways.
What kind of excuses
Should I come up with now?
I sense inconcealable weakness
and every time I suddenly stumble,
your existence from that day
strangles this body,
I stand firm, and I swear to the future.
I will believe in the look in your strong eyes.
The skies I have traveled have a freedom similar to solidarity.
I just don't want to turn back.
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