I am playing the nonchalant part,
The conclusion is that I will disappear,
And I will soon fade from memory.

It seems appropriate,
So I will blend in secretely,
That is my life, my artless life.

In a different dimension,
I might have been able to live peacefully,
Alas, I thought it over, but it is useless.
If I were to grow somewhat
used to this world and survey it,
It would probably be far too strange to be efficient.

Have I been overly influenced by the absurdity?
I must check my status and remove it.
I have no need for hesitation.

Even so, I sense the sky,
It might be doing it somehow.
Am I right?
Technically, a color is simply a color,
More emotional than transparency.

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