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Memories remain forever beautiful
in the same way in the eyes of everyone.
But, ah yes... actually we know
that there is more to it than that...
Please... don't forget
Me...
Her...
Yourself...
Mere outer shells,
painted like the dead,
concealing our faces...
This is not the way we were born to live.
We are able to look back
at all the places we passed,
the points where we stopped,
and where we moved on.
Please... remember
Me...
Her...
Yourself...
We have suffered the pain,
we've lost sight of even the light,
and more than once, we had given up.
Even so, we are still here...
Now, for nobody but ourselves,
with our very own hands...
Unafraid, we rise up
and tear off the masks...
Mere outer shells,
painted like the dead,
concealing our faces...
This is not the way we were born to live...