When dusk is inside an eyelid When logic is killed by property
Hate to say something
Worthy things that are consumed by time
Seeing an interest in the blue emotion
Without ever worrying about the new comic
I am under a twilight
which is always beautiful and full of meaning
The bullet came out of a gun said
Sincerity in a meaningful word
Think of the beauty of the eyes
Loving an ideal
Without ever being created
Myself is just a dark shadow
You are a sleeping angel.
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