Soon, I will fly over this golden ancient city like a bird.

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After climbing over rough and long shadows, one will step into the light.

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Yes, for the past, let it end here.

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I want to conquer fear. The method of healing, I will find it.

Until the very last moment, I want to be a warrior.

This diary will stay here, on this bench at the mountaintop. It's my final luggage carrying my past.