"88" by LM.C
--- You'll probably forget it
Let the sadness piled up on your shoulders be held in the hands of a shooting star---
I let myself reset with a sigh
Days feeling like they're in an infinite loop
Even if "facing the right, now the left." is a detour, I'm okay with it
The wind blowing past is definitely
Flying past the cracks in the buildings
So that the noise can't be heard by you
Drawn in the night sky
The story connecting the stars, that illusion of the heart yearning
You probably won't forget it
The flowers blooming around the detouring paths, as well as the signs of crying and the scars left behind
All you have to do is walk with it in your arms
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