My dear, in this idling state,
Only one thing that
Bears that reminiscence,
It's my wandering mind,
A faithful journey,
A long journey of truth
Towards the destined fate.
Nothing else can participate
With this solitude and
In this desolate peregrenation,
Only the reminiscence....,
The reminiscence gathered
By our passionate eyes will stay forever,
Lullabies will be sung before
Leaving this stage, my dear.
Let's be honest,
And accept the destined fate,
Oh, my dear,
Someday again, we may meet
In such a lonesome state by the wish of fate.
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