Tireless thought process that never ends, Each smile I raged against fear, Weak as timber with moisture.
Forest that has capability to lost my soul, I chose water to immerse myself, Everything that is polluted is floating away.
It is hard to hear and breathe here, Is it the flood of my own unfallen tears? The darkness that rules here.
I, who have been slave of fear, Is falling for the tsar of evil, Psalming the hymn of love.
The dark can never light dark, Evil can never virtue evil, Tell me the end of this love story?
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