When I was a boy,
Like the roads in the city
From countless life paths
A trip by myself
Nothing started
Today, I am an orphan.
You are nothing.
I am wondering.
I exist
If anyone believes
Only I am
My youth was short.
Its freedom is great.
On the roads that day
Remaining remains
Even today, my youth
are retaining
In that awning
To my past
I went once.
No one noticed me.
In some places, though
We're still the same
I transformed him.
Not long after
An old man
I will take it with me.
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