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The type of love I see is endless
A lie that conversely taints with loneliness
Penetrating through colorful tones of music
My body emits an alluring warmth
In spite of it overflowing sometimes I hesitate
And I rely on the newness I found
Like a flower that awaits the arrival of the night
I fear the light
Until I spin into disappearance
I expose everything that burns my body with passion
With flexibility
The rain drops are gazing
I know of the words to question love and yet
They aren't words to tell of love
That frank face that's far off in the distance
That has trembled and is covered in tears
It's story of warmth that years for love
And what's left resounding in the ears is a rondo of favoritism
The fragments that have been lead by agony
They're made fallen by a countless number of masses
The heart is a light that looks fleeting
A faithful generator
If I can't cool down this fever until it's lit
And I dose off I'll dance
The silhouettes are swaying
I have a technique that enchants a transient paradise and yet
I don't have a ticket to go there
I get a grip on the illusions
And in addition to that I cry in reality
The relative importance of these feelings I lean against
Do they only increase the sadness
If my fleeting feelings are driven by the flower petals that fall fluttering
The swaying flowers don't feel anything I'm sure
I embraced them and they trembled the average secrets
The common stories that are without sin
I know of the words to question love and yet
They aren't words to tell of love
That frank face that's far off in the distance
That has trembled and is covered in tears
It's story of warmth that years for love
The common stories that are without sin
And what's left resounding in the ears is a rondo of favoritism