Denboraren Menpe
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In the Hands of Time
I asked a person for the time as I left the shelter
Today they gifted me a watch, thinking about the roots:
The power of time I will conquer, hoping it's a good gift.
Even though I search for the black hole, the limits of time won't fall.
In the hands of time.
Because I need to protect myself, and the past is very fast,
I will run a race, mixing the past and the present.
Someone will say it's too late, regrets and all...
And now I'm getting mixed up again, the pain of time's nostalgia.
In the hands of time.
