My eyes are full of tears,
I cry with blood,
You have been brought with breeze,
Your love's a lot.
And all your love is blade
for heart of mine,
You strike again like fate
crossing front-line.
You'll touch my lips again
What if I blaze,
I'm empty and insane
before your face.
And eyes of mine are full
with blood not tears,
Prisoner of the moon
and love,...
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