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Sorrowful as it is, it shall become a wing that blossems light and cries tears of darkness
While the cold sun shined down
There was a freedom that was tamed and thrown away
A miraculous night that is reflected in the mirror
My soul which has started to remove its mask
After piercing through the darkness that spread immediately
constantly drawing out a new era
Just like a heart thats been liberated
Fly through the endless night of white

-True light