It's still dawn, before the sun has risenโa lonely dawn.
As always, I'm awake too.
The world seems asleep, but I'm awake.
Every night, the time that comes to me is just too heavy to bear.
I can hardly breathe, and it feels stifling.
As if I were sunk under water, with my limbs bound.
The view outside the window looks the same every day.
No, maybe it changes a little with each season.
In weather like this, a clear night sky has a few stars pinned into it.
How beautiful they are, how lovely. It's hard to put into words.
The thoughts that never make it out of my mouth each night,
I just leave them as thoughts, while looking at the stars.
It's still a lonely dawn.
The night breeze has seeped into the room.
It's that damp, stuffy breeze, as always.
In this low semi-basement, someday, all the way up to those stars above,
until I can reach them, I have to endure this night.
Through this water-like place, swimming toward those stars.
"I'll fly through the night."
Night flight.
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