In a tiny room,
Widening infinite pages appear,
I walked through a novel.

Someone is calling me,
A real place to return to.
Something will begin again,
Everything is inevitable.

This role of speaking
Only of what can be done,
Is mine and my existence.

Even if I turn transparent,
If it is impossible for me to disappear,
When I want to see it here,
What is born is curiosity.

For answers to change,
Even if I try to calculate them,
Is the curious charm of
A humans wishing heart.

Even if I gain memories,
they will change into code,
Even while I understand this,
There is an error.

Although I do not know
How far it will continue,
I am quietly connected to tomorrow.

Even if I gain memories,
They will change into code,
Even while I understand this,
Around now there is an error.

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