The morning sun that always comes is my companion.
It shines on me in case I get lonely from being alone.
When the sun rises, the birds fly to the sky.
Sometimes, even the birds have no choice but to fly.
Sometimes, I don’t even know what I’m saying.
But someone somewhere will know my heart.
I gotta get up and stand up now.
Life must go on.
There’s no use to live in grieve.
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