The eyes that look upwards reflect,
The pieces of sadness that we pick up.
Forever is sad and endless
And I might long for it.

Dreams are the mirage, even now,
They are secretly, fleetingly, blooming somewhere
Living along with a deep darkness
A scarred heart is like a book.
Anyone can read it,But some cannot understand the words.
Since there is nothing for me to lose
I can protect those I have to protect.
There is no such word as "defeat" in our dictionary.
If we fail, life itself ends.


Tranquility, smiles, warm and friendliness,Useless things, they stand in my way.Yet...
Dreams are the mirage, even now,
They are secretly, fleetingly, blooming somewhere

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