Color of emptiness of morning glow.
Morning moon seems so pure, yet so cold
It seems to be that I live in solitude in this world.
Broken promise that was promised without knowing
Chain of hate.
A lie and silence
we distress ourselves toward our hatred
a form of a heart
an ache is not a weakness.
The light of the paradise builts by a coward
Those who do not have, and those who have
Is it foolish to hope a darling thing not to be changed
Only the morning moon was with me above.
I thought that only a few would become stronger from now.
I thought that only a few would become stronger from now.
Morning moon seems so pure, yet so cold
Morning moon
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