白天黑夜交换得太静，我疲惫得身影跟不上...
走在家外面得路灯下，影子好像呼吸，拉长着夜晚...
一个接一个，不见了又浮现...
我有话想说，但头脑和嘴巴八字不和...
I'm really not so good at thinking, but I'm really good at feeling.
And it feels so empty now.
Dug myself a hole too big I guess.
Too much space I can hear the echoes of my sniffles.
The air is too cold and too damp, my nose isn't liking it here.
Need a flu tab for everything.
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