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Once upon a time, the darkness was feared.
As darkness is black, black became evil and was feared in turn…
Aah, sins are more of a weight than emotions.
Now, spit out those pitch-black things…
In your past, which is reflected in the mirror,
Lies nothing but pranks, double-dealing, and slander.
“Forgive me!” Even if you beg, it’s useless…
Once upon a time, light was a blessing.
As the light is white, white became virtue and was worshipped in turn…
Aah, clouds drift in my heart.
Aah, I leave those pure white clouds to the wind.
I tell you, this world is a mass of sins.
It is difficult to be pure white,
So, it is okay to be afraid…
It is repeated, and it goes ‘round and ‘round colourfully…
So, I clearly divide them:
Black paths. White paths. Paths.