I hear the wind bell
Before the eclipse
The hazy moon in low spirits
I want to be able to understand, any number of times
Beautiful words do not clear things
Your overlapping things
There are things you discovered
I was taught the meaning of the things I received
As far as my heart goes, it burns, it lives
Even with the north wind blowing, like something that can be boasted
If only it's those that were understood, the shrewd pretense too
Because it's not needed, it's like travelers going on foot
The sparks scattered, like being rejected by all those that touched the heart
A strong establishment, I avert my eyes away from the wounds
But because you're by my side
Abandon all the things to your limit, let your shoulders become light
But they die off equally
Like the common words, the limit of a song's clichness
Even if it's just you, yet there's nothing else to take your place
For example I guess it's okay to be a little below the standard
Cry, cry out, this absurd world
Because the moon concealed me, i can give out a strong light
No matter how many times, because that's my identity
I'm also afraid of creating things that can't be replaced
There's no answer, that's why take this hand and smile
Credit: Pokkori
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