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To the sound of my alarm clock and Mom’s tender voice

My peaceful slumber is shattered

It’s a Monday of sighs

My thoughts can’t reach you and our bond is torn apart

Clouds drift by as if there wasn’t anything

It’s a gray Wednesday


The cold rain and wind violently drench the trees

The flowers that’d just bloomed fall apart one after another

It’s a Thursday when I look away

In the cramped city crowded with tens of thousands of people

I don’t feel any anxiety and time just flows by

It’s a boring Friday

 

C’mon, remember when you lived in a dream

When you lived in a dream that was so much better than now

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