After all... She was still my dead end. Even in the coldest nightfall, even the morning days burn me to ashes, even the sunset could change our pathways... Even how high I'd fly, I would still flock on her, sweet and bad... She was the only one, I would like to wait until the dusk turned dawn...
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After all the sacrifices, all the deaths, all the pain, all the suffering, when is the perfect time to stood up? When is the perfect time to take revenge? The time is ticking, the clock reaches midnight and It's time, Cosa Nostra.