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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⣡⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⢛⣰⣶⣘⢻⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣃⣶⣆⡛⣎⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣟⢟⣘⢻⣿⢛⣸⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣇⡛⣿⡟⣃⣿⣌⢿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠋⣸⢟⣶⣶⣾⣿⠃⣿⣿⣿⣿⠸⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⡿⣿⣧⣭⡛
⢋⣠⡞⠵⢿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢠⢹⣿⣿⣿⢠⢻⡿⣿⣿⢿⣿⠿⣮⣝⠄⢾
⡶⣠⣿⣿⢸⡟⣿⢈⡑⠻⡌⡟⢿⡏⡼⠂⣁⣟⣻⢸⣿⢸⣶⣾⡿⠦
⠡⠭⠆⢿⡸⣀⣋⠸⠟⢁⣼⣦⣮⣃⣄⠙⠿⢸⣷⣦⢻⢸⣿⠳⠸⠿
⢫⣾⣿⣦⢅⣿⣿⢰⣾⣿⣿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣶⢸⣿⣿⠒⣫⣴⣶⣶⡸
⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⢻⣿⢠⣙⠿⣿⢠⣶⢸⣿⠿⡃⣾⣿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷
⠻⣿⣿⣿⣌⣎⡻⢠⡻⣷⣄⠠⣤⠄⣤⣿⢇⠟⡙⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⣷⣌⣉⣉⣙⡛⠿⣿⣿⡦⣙⣓⣉⣚⣋⢴⣶⣾⡿⠿⢛⣋⣉⣤⣶⣾
I say that it’s the time for a new relationship
But that’s not like myself,
In the end I comfort myself
By saying that love is just a child’s play.
Indeed, misery is what I needed
Working at the same place
Sleeping in the same bed
It’s no different than before,
But one thing is different
A plausible excuse
Or is there anything
That I could occupy myself with?
How can I fill myself
When I’m so empty?
Your tears that once melt me away
Now freezes my heart away.
Your smile that once held light
Now hidden within my sleepy eyes.
It’s really frustrating, why does this have to be like this?
Back then, back then, back then it was great.
It’s really pitiful, you’re right in front of me
Back then, back then, back then I loved you.