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A surging wave, itself seemingly drowning in sadness, calls out a name
Until, at the very least, with these memoirs, it played the horseshoe
This ordinary picture show comes to a close
Assigned to a group of greenhorns
Do you hate bitter things? Blood. Do you regret it?
Your determination was shaking, so why can’t you leave it behind?
And I, too, am a farewell song; a drizzling rain’s “Do Re Mi Fa”
Every breathe within my chest is cut through; my fate is to fall into darkness
And the memories impossible to let go of… if we went together
It’d be damned foolish, but if I was pierced by an arrow, that’d be fine, right?
Turning to that voice for help, but it’s long since been broken
Tired of waiting for the day this weather will clear up
They scowl at the sky before too long
Because that life is spilling and crashing, a dwelling becomes exposed
But in this house of prayer… all that’s left is a dead end
No familiar sounds but the sounds of footsteps
And that’s… that’s a frightening enigma
You can’t dispel those doubts within this city of frozen wood
Freed from your death sentence, Dostoyevsky?
The fog is a cover for illegal activities within the pit of your stomach
Turn and face a Utopia of smiles
Going to collect the compensation for the story of how he became thin
And riding a beautiful horse of death towards the magistrate
The feelings are almost nonexistent; a stagnated and murky river;
A long life has finally coming to an end, huh…
Suppressing the buzzing in your ears until the next world comes, like a revolving lantern
Hidden just a bit out of sight
No ferry or bridge to success; Did that unemployed man cry?
The full moon tonight is a beautiful finale
The only hope is to transform the begging apology
A book able to cut through the night; one horseman equivalent to 1 billion
Yet still, outside of human knowledge, the lingering memory reverberates