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The feeling of perspiring
has been frozen in the back of my mind.
Every tiny drop of drizzle
had my last year's lonely days on rewind.

But we exist
to forget the things pain
made us remember
with all wounds of vain.

My goal in this scenic field
is to put emotions on playing melodies
with the teammate I adore;
singing in the Summer Monsoon's abyss.

Heaviness blended with the rainfall,
my mind understanding your heartbeat,
switching ideas about songs and words
like we were flying and not on our feet.

Do you hear it?
"This is..." my mind says, "beyond flawless."
Can you hear it?
"We're beautiful, though our emotions mess."

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