Why I am like this?
When a bullet train went through your heart
Making it shake like a hell,
Drowning in your emotions once again
You have become a Nobita again.
Doraemon is whom you want,
But you are not a cartoon
Be mature what the world wants.
You are emotional, you are immature
That is what makes you pure
In a world full of cruelty.
Your purity makes you honest
Your purity makes you innocent
Your purity makes you gold
In the era of coal & dust.
Don’t smash yourself for being another Nobita,
Be proud that you are Nobita
Not everyone in this world can have a heart like Nobita.
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