We love.

We love.
We cry.
We endeavor to die.
We live in desert world.
We are alone, we go along.
We can't to stop process,
We wanted to complete, obtain success.
Only waiting love
And snugger way
In crazy world
At crazy night,
In the dark on the light
We love.
We cry.
We endeavor to die.
Only waiting love and quietness,
But is only ruthless
Lie...

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