Spring is bright and dreamy, yet it hurts
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Hiding my resolution in my heart, I smile
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The disgrace I know all too well
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Ah, the bird who has eaten the red fruit cries
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Are stained the color of sin...
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The truth is always cruel
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It makes me want to shut my ears and eyes to it
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Believe that this song will always reach someone
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And we'll make a miracle bloom
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The crooked, creaking gear
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Ah, the fruit of sin ripens; a voice calls in the night
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Are stained the color of wrongdoing...
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Were those tranquil days an illusion?
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Each and every one of us beckons our destruction
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Believe that we'll someday overcome this fate of death
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And tonight, too, we'll make a dream bloom
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Watered with spilled blood
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Ah, the voice that asks me the reason for my existence returns
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That moon and that promise
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Are stained the color of darkness
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The truth is always cruel
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It makes me want to shut my ears and eyes to it
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Believe that this song will always reach someone
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And we'll make a miracle bloom
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Watered with spilled blood
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Spring is bright and warm, yet it hurts
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Spring passes by, spring passes by, and soon the time will be ripe
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