All that is beautiful fades into the clamor and noise, Leaving my heart stranded alone. Even the pain of being bound to those I hate Is a flower adorned in topaz. The lingering reverb beckons me Toward a spring of irritation and gaslighting. 溢れ出る水面に映る影は かつての己か、それとも虚妄か 言葉の刃で刺し違えど この傷口に咲くのは醜悪な疑心 静寂すらも裏切りを孕み 崩れ落ちる境界の向こう側で オレはただ、偽りの救済を貪っている
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