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Rain paints the streets, shadows cut thin sharp Lanterns bleed light, a dim glowing spark Tatami dreams folded, tucked in despair Old man moon watches, lonely in the air 涙落ちる、流れる川 心の痛み、もう治らな 風吹く夜の孤独な声 忘れられぬ、消えない思い Broken geta clack where the memories tread Kanji scrawled whispers on the pages unread Sakura weeps petals, the ground their grave Soul swims upstream, but none left to save 昔の景色は影の中 触れたい、でも遠い、触れられな 金魚鉢の中、泳ぐ追憶 だけどガラス越し、声も届く