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The cold breeze blows
a night without dim lead lights
To the dead moon I pray
that it'll blow this shell away
These footprints of children in sand
daunting little faces laughing at the ugly creature I am
I wanted to paint the sand black with rain
so that these smiles would drown
but the faces festered again
so I wished for the rain to drown me

“…If we see shooting stars, what would you wish for, Punpun?
Wishing upon shooting stars doesn’t make them come true.
Right, but what if. What would you wish if they did…?
I’d wish for shooting stars to disappear forever.”