The lyrics of the ideal Santen are as follows:
A car comes after the rain
Passing through the pale twilight
The old iron sheet is heading south
The lover is no longer
Listening to the
Poetry Radio Station under the thick smoke
An impassioned cough
At least it looks
lovely to go home
The strings are missing their posture.
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grow old when you are an adult.
Be lonely and don't wake up.
You are eager to leave.
You just have nowhere to stop.
Just sing.
Your eyes are narrowed.
The tears burst.
It's just the existence that hasn't arrived.
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Youth is drunk again.
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The barren future in your waking years
is like
fruitless love
soiling every page of poetry
kissing the most painful confession
and the wind blows here
There is no need to let go
Just get old
Lonely and don't wake up
You long for it. Sweetly endure
the stars wet the windowsill
the light and shadow beat like saying love in
sleepiness
and then feeling unnecessarily
thinking that
the place where the dream collapsed
is covered with moss now.