I can see the rain fleeting away
And monochrome in the white sheets
The empty table and chairs.
The lost touch is lost
Nobody is listening anymore
We can tell, we can see.
You are one.
I am the only
We are comfortable like a definite future
So comfortable
I had to cling on the first day
Because the first day, first time was the most beautiful of them all
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