The darkness of the night laughs.
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This is a world dropped into darkness, a forgotten future.
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It's just an afterimage
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Filled with absurd passions...
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You stars who do not know where the beginning and end are for the grieving dream,
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"Who holds the answer?"
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You won't notice if you keep your eyes down.
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And so, she withers into a slumber of thorns.
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If the true miracle will stab through the present,
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She will embrace the days past at the windowsill at which morning never comes.
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Laugh in the darkness of the night.
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This is the madness of a world dropped into darkness.
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The darkness of the night laughs.
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Surely passion that has accustomed itself to despair will become a sin.
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The victim's justice is still
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The dream that should bring enlightenment is a thing that swallows down the poisons of the current world.
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"Is the answer waiting in nirvana?"
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Nothing will change if you just shiver.
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Eventually, you must stand and disappear. Be caught in a storm.
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Eternal life is a foolish wish.
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If you are an existence who is confused by the twilight, you will be burned by the sun and vanish away.
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Arrive on the road to the underworld.
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That there is an unforgivable, insolent miasma.
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The road to the underworld continues on.
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If it is your heart's deepest desire, then surely reality will also become a lie.
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It's just an afterimage
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Filled with absurd passions...
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If we can fleetingly talk to each other before I have to offer up the strand of beads of my life...
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Arrive on the road to the underworld.
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That there is an unforgivable, insolent miasma.
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Laugh in the darkness of the night. This is the madness of a world dropped into darkness.
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The darkness of the night laughs. Surely passion that has accustomed itself to despair will become a sin.
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The victim's justice is still a cruel afterimage...
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