| 0 | an ode to illusory nostalgia |
| 0 | neat feet gently step on the wet grass and the sun rises on the horizon |
| 0 | trying to forget what you need to forget but now you just want to doze off |
| 0 | when we saw each other often and I remember that blinding sensation, and a burning sensation in my chest and I was so disgustingly pleased with everything that is happening with us |
| 0 | an ordinary and everyday cycle of rebirth, which became a habit, and also wish everyone happiness on this earth. now i just want to smoke |