An old lady on this busy street once
while I was walking forward, blindly
reached out to me and said
Young girls like you should know -
Do you want to know, my dear?
I shall tell you your future - or anyone's:
If all goes well for an amazingly long time
prepare for this all to come crumbling down
And it will always be a beautiful summer day, my dear
Well, it wasn't that much of a summer day for me
For me, it will always be the first day of autumn
No matter how many times I have listened to this old lady
my life still falls apart
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