Everything flickered synchronously like the music
The beautiful and illuminating ones became sick
      The light was too dazzling now
      And I couldn't see the plough
      Honk...
      Honk...
The ricefield was mourning
The skyscrappers hugged him
My father couldn't play anymore
And I had the reeds no more
      You won't believe now
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