A bolt out of the blue on from the clear sky, today he dances at the ball.
When awaking at noon, his head was sweating terribly.
Awakening from the dream at night as well, he was intoxicated by the daydream
In this hand, the deep scars left behind, what do they become, what thoughts form?
In these eyes, because everything that is reflected in them is all absurdity, give me an explanation.
The creation, the future, everything in this world feels like a fabrication, pre-determined.
Even dreams, and love, and you, and me, everything would probably be better if it was beautifully burnt into ash.
Westernized, well-dressed young lady, swaggering along the lane at midnight. A bolt out of the blue from the dark sky, today she dances at the ball.
The scene, the sight, everything in this world feels like a fabrication, pre-determined.
Even anyone, and him, and you, and me, everyone is deceived unknowingly at the ball where we danced
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