The brilliant galaxy has condensed so many fireworks that haven't broken into pieces yet.
Just one, two... Neither of them belong to her
In the city of Silent Spring, there lives a boy next door
His long fingers fit so well into the neck of the goblet
Unfortunately, he never drinks or smokes
The only one he can't quit is her
If you don't come, why do you make me feel relaxed?
If you leave, the city will be empty and empty.
... It is the end and also the beginning...
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