Under a starry night sky,
I recall your precious eyes,
With all those lies,
All my might,
Can’t abandon this endless fight,
Endless fight called as love.
Sorrow consumes my every thought,
Tried to ease it with some pot,
Still will not stop,
Tears continue to drop,
Shedding in the name of such love.
Life is useless to me now,
One shot will put me down,
Rest so sound,
Deep in the ground,
Yet still very deep in love.
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