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The night that the fierce typhoon passed, I was looking down on the city from

the top of a tall building

The wind still a little erratic, tearing at the edge of its departure

The lights of the houses nearby shimmered like through searing air

I’ve never witnessed a scene like, though I was used to seeing it

Something is going to change, that’s how I felt, in a little while

It disappears quietly, June, number 6, in a little while, in a little while

I can hear the low anouncement of the final train more clearly than usual

Like always, I just keep on staring blankly at the sky

My eyelids a little heavy, I close my eyes

From far away I hear your voice, I’d better get going

I’ve cleared a period of low pressure, that’s how I felt, in a little while

My feeling suddenly becomes lighter, that’s how I feel, in a little while,

in a little while

Something is going to change, that’s how I felt, in a little while

It disappears quietly, June, number 6, in a little while, in a little while

By the time I notice, the hour hand is pointing to 2 o’clock, in a little while

My feeling suddenly becomes lighter, that’s how I feel, in a little while,

in a little while

The night that the fierce typhoon passed, I was looking down on the city from

the top of a tall building

I’m still a little erratic, tearing at the edge of its departure

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