A silent, dead window pane
A false illusion -
Everything true disappears
Whether the truth is faceless
Is another point -
Does anyone really die?
Falling leaves from a dead branch
Signify true love -
Is there a way out of here?
In the end we all collapse
A cycle of pain -
Into the never we ride
Death, life, death, life, death, life, death,
Into the darkness -
Everything true disappears...
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