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Deep in the abyss of light slumber, we sway with half-closed eyelids
Smiling, the gods of dreams and fantasy elegantly impart death
while the chains of karma, which dictates time and space, are becoming tangled
It's a fantasy program bestowed by the gods
Now, one, two, three! We shall become one
Now, one, two, three! We shall evade death
We'll *** away the miracle that's thirsting for a survival game of annihilation
just like a spiral
The bystanders, while pitying us
were even farther away than the life or death we longed for
In a tiny garden at the end of the ends
I believed that there would be a boundless miracle