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Who wold love me enought to be
willing to throw away their own precious life?
If someone would drown and die in the sea for my sake,
then i would be free from this stone and return to life.... to life.
But if i one day i was revived,
using the life of the one who gave me the most important thing...
at that time i will cry alone.
Serching for my stone. I would cry.
Even if my blood ripens like wine, of what use will it be?
It wont bring back the one who love'd me the most...
from the bottom of the sea...
On the hill where the summer sunrise is a piercing vermillion red...-
That person awakens.
I'm not there. I'm not allowed to be there.
Without seeing his face, without saying good bye...
With my heart flowing with noting but love, i can onley fade away.
Regret haunts like ghost fire, taking me deeper in too darkness.
I comitted a sin that cannot be forgiven.
What did i do to this innocent soul?
It's overwhelmingly dirty, more putride then poison.
Even i think his will is stronger then ordinary.
I shall sleep.
There is no reason for me, who has stained his love.
As i think of his betreyded herat, i am hit with by a frozen sigh.
All while being swayed in my sleep by an endless nightmare of sin.
The days where we could speak heart to heart, shall never return.
Who wold love me enought to be
willing to throw away their own precious life?
If someone would drown and die in the sea for my sake,
then i would be free from this stone and return to life.... to life.
But if i one day i was revived,
using the life of the one who gave me the most important thing...
at that time i will cry alone.
Serching for my stone. I would cry.
Even if my blood ripens like wine, of what use will it be?
It wont bring back the one who love'd me the most...
from the bottom of the sea...
That person awakens.
I'm not there. I'm not allowed to be there.
Without seeing his face, without saying good bye...
With my heart flowing with noting but love, i can onley fade away.
Regret haunts like ghost fire, taking me deeper in too darkness.
I comitted a sin that cannot be forgiven.
What did i do to this innocent soul?
It's overwhelmingly dirty, more putride then poison.
Even i think his will is stronger then ordinary.
I shall sleep.
There is no reason for me, who has stained his love.
As i think of his betreyded herat, i am hit with by a frozen sigh.
All while being swayed in my sleep by an endless nightmare of sin.
The days where we could speak heart to heart, shall never return.
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