Thousands of years of debauchery
In the end, I can't beat the fluctuation of reed leaves near the water.
He is the dead
So there is no need to doubt that it will be like this when we go back.
But who can not doubt it?
How can the blink of an eye of the soul be explained by the phrase "nothing but"?
It's like a lifeline that's always in your hand
But was suddenly and ruthlessly pulled away by time
There is no more joy there
There is no room for sadness
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