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I used to love
but it's all crazy inside
all the time
From the highest mountain of joy
I fell...
into the deepest deep
Nothing but emptiness
nothing but sorrow
... from that moment
I'm walking through the valley of tears..
From now on,
but only inside...
-As always-
Cause' "THIS" is the destiny
of all of "The Beautiful" kind
- never to be loved
by one
they finally love
...
