Fate
Dancer·Son of God
Who falls into whose trap?
Who is whose prey?
Who is the winner?
Who is the loser?
No definition,
It's just a game.
The dancer taps her toes and spins
On a huge stage, performing for just one person
Like a butterfly, it breaks its wings after dancing
She is the master's plaything
She is the bargaining chip of the Son of God
She's just the spice in a boring world
once the game is over
Her life will also end
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