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Past the deep, deep darkness, I hear a faint voice at the door. I listen close and stare at the swaying lamp.
Even if it's delusion, dreams, or déjà vu, every one of them is my precious story. I can't give up this victory to anyone. I promised my heart I'd never give up.
Cross into a distant, different dimension while sharing the same feelings. With a clear crystal heart, we'll push through strongly.
Even if my heart cracks, and my dream blurs, I'll hold closely the scattered pieces of sadness. The day when tears will become a smile, I believe in it, forever friend.
This pain that still cannot heal, I'm sure it will heal through this process. Wetting my cheek, that's right this is the way of katharsis. That's right. I'm not alone.
Even if it's delusion, dreams, or déjà vu, tied together by strong bonds, this story continues towards a dazzling future. The morning quietly dawns
