It's so long ago, that I shouted laughing at the rain.
It's so long ago, that I fiercely dreamed of getting lost.
How many senseless years will I waste once again?
How long will I sleepwalk into a life of duty and pain?
Everyone is just sick for something called fun,
which is in fact just a way to flee our meaningless lives.
Can I demand back what we sold so recklessly and for a rock-bottom price?
I've had my moments - but I would have liked for my life
to have been nothing but moments, one after another.
But I will never loiter in late winter again,
when blooming spring is blossomy in the air.
Forgive me, sweet innocence.

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