Speechless night
You express so smartly
Imagine the curled and warm ivy
Like a shadow
Give me your heart
Give me what you made by your hand
If there is a place to cry
It doesn't matter if there's no star
Beckoning always becomes sadness at any time
The more I become ugly,
the more it is proved
But if it is necessary
If I cant be touched by you,
then it means I do not exist at all
*This is the translation of song Ryuuseigun by Onitsuka Chihiro, taken from Trick2
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