*twirls around singing*
Even though spring is sublime and dreamy, it's painful.
I hide my determination in the depths of my chest and smile.
I can see, I can see.
The humiliation that I fully knew.
The endless corridor.
Continues, continues.
Ah, the cry of the birds that ate the red fruit.
Your mouth and your body.
Are dyed by the color of sins.
The truth is always cruel.
I want to cover my ears and eyes.
I believe that my song will reach you someday.
And let's make the flowers of miracles bloom.
On the dry ground.
Spilled with blood.
Are the peaceful days an illusion?
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