Make me bold when I hear of my death
Make me free from the work of the many weddings
The white and the brutal black and the revolutionary
Restore all of the sky blue sky
Make it indiscriminate for a world without color
The flowers are more pleasant than the lipstick
Free me out of the killed flowers
Mortal flowers will leave your body without smell
Anyone who has wounded may tear off at least once
The remnant! cut off a heart that is withered
With the ending of the end, I will leave
I'm traveling.......
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