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One afternoon I decided to run away from home,

Until I wanted to return.

By a lake, I met a tree that had a lot to say,

On the road, I encountered a silent crow,

I followed him, walking on the overpass,

The endless overpass,

Until the world suddenly saw a heavy snow I had never seen before.

I wanted to go home.

Standing on the gray plain,

I finally saw a particularly standard,

The kind every child draws,

Simple sketch-like house.

In the room, there was only a blue lake.