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I am still walking  behind my shadow

I may see  with vague lines

In the lines of life

In filaments of a stereogram

Sometimes I close my eyes and the ducks

Walk me in the gloom of globalization

Open my arms to the likes of me

All differences are subject to constraints and limitations

Sometimes they are brought up among those who brought me flowers

And the sons of heaven and the satellites of poison

All the distances between us

And a strange encounter gathered us fasting

And sometimes we meet for a time

They passed through the debris of the gloom

So we stay as we were strange

We are only satisfied with the dust of the dreamer

It is strange that we met with the valley

We were swept away from the depths of Seoul