The fireworks in the distance, the complex in my heart, the longing in my fingers, the unresolved things that cannot be resolved, the snow that blows across the wind, the vortex that enters the wind, the road with no one passing by, the room without your door, the lighted eyes, the lighted eyes, how can I give my soul a little forgiveness What kind of world do I step into with myself What kind of world do I step into? What kind of loneliness awakens the dream soul's diary that will never know the end. My diary will never understand the end of the page soaked in blood on Christmas Eve, snowy night, I think of who and so, the fire that I lit beside you in the cold night also warms me. What kind of world do I step into? Such a dream awakened by loneliness The diary of the soul will never know the end It will never know the end What kind of world I step into What kind of loneliness The diary of the soul awakened by the loneliness The diary of the soul will never know the end The page soaked in blood
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