Pierce! ! Pierce! !
With a poisonous thorn
Or nip my heart
Until it bleeds
See my face and
Inside pain
Until you decide
Silent eyes
Might not close
Drops of tears
Will stop short
Hatred your thoughts
Will burn your mind
By the past we had
Then, take the action
It is a center of
Antipathy compass
Night will come together
To vanish our heavy past
Time and clock
Beat and heart
Still dark
Gaze in sharp
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