Another day is coming to an end
Without anyone to fight for
In the fallen fortress
To these muscles,
Wrinkles,
Voice,
Eyes,
Illusion,
Farewell!
The setting sun makes me sad, I stomp my feet.
You have no choice but to be nice.
My groaning friend,
Lower your head confidently
The prelude to despair
A young coffin march
With no intention to combat
Facing my back against the bleeding younger sun
My unfulfilled dream,
Pass it on,
Be strong
(narration: Love is not a fantasy beyond clouds but foolish faith is needed, come pick up the pieces of the dream that broke overnight)
No, please don’t take on this burden
It’s not me
Don’t let the detrimental Hymn of victory
come into my ears.
Those songs that I picked up.
To the inherently happy days of the inherently kind people
The peace that I pick up off the street, oh sad tales be gone
The prelude to despair
A young coffin march
With no intention to combat
With my back against the bleeding younger sun
Be noble, young flag of surrender
Come here
Oh Fall asleep
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My worn-out body hangs onto the cradle
I lay down with my arms under my head
Be as calm as it hurt,
I forgot all about if after I fell asleep
Turning a blind eye was sweet
But in the end it couldn't kill me
That was really painful
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