Sibelalas
Stab Wound
From his hand-like gaze, he is blind to my eyes
From his mountain-like stance, dew falls into my heart
The suspicion of this smell of betrayal drives me crazy
Stab wound on my flesh
What if he goes Fear of
Fire, apocalypse is worse than death
I will end up in disaster if you go
Won't you have pity, my heart has become a slave to you
Finally

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