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Befuddled by waiting in public,

We appreciate our wishes,

Because the feelings will betray us.

I make timid endeavors for hope,

But the wind blows out the candles.

I think to hold you is no occasion

Because you’ll definitely reach your destination —

It’s me…

There are two souls in the reflection —

Worn out and lonely.

They beat in rhythm to tunes, they are the same,

But you have no response, neither do I… again…