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The words that were left unspoken,
          the feelings that remained untouched.
          The soft caresses that held in the tears.
          
          If our paths cross again someday,
          would you look at me? 
          Would you hold out your hand to cover the burning light that blinds my eyes?
          Would you still smile with the same hidden pity and sorrow – secretly hoping for an end?
          
          If we ever meet again, I won't look at you. 
          Not because I don't want to, but because I can't let this endless nightmare that goes on my mind reach you.
          
          I lived and will continue living for you, so don't ever reach out again.
          Live a happy life and cherish my death.

Fall down for damn.
          Fall down for doom.
          I reach for the sky and scream out.
          The void of world.
          
          Here is no hope and despair,
          there is no theory and quolia.
          
          - Now, let's begin the ritual of purge -
          
          Fall down for damn.
          Fall down for doom.
          I reach for the sky and scream out.
          The void of world.
          
          Here is no shadows and lights,
          there is no fame and crime.
          
          - Now, let's begin the ritual of birth -