Someday, we will touch a bird with white feathers
Someday, we will embrace the liver of the sky
Someday, we will become one entity
Someday, our blood will be mixed
The first flower on the edge of your grave .
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Someday, I will penetrate your dream
Someday, we will clasp our hands
Someday, this illusion will fade
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Are your dreams pure and pure as a white card?
Are your Heart with white?
My dreams are a nightmare, my heart is a black river, and through my eyes withers woe
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Every morning, look at the mirror
I despised this body, tired of the life of the pale,
i bored by this game, which the public calls life
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Run away of dreams, in order to search for warmth;
I dream for a virgin with black hair adorned with flowers
Someday, I will end the madness
Someday, I'll break into dust and wind
Someday, I will meet you in heaven
