Who is the fading soul of the boiling landscape
To save the world
Who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one
Only for the sake of the world
The world in mind
It's against nature to kill the enemy town with blood
What can I do if I sigh the elegy but not cut it into regret
I'm afraid that the years will pass, and I will only comment on it with my faith
You are the roar of sandstorm, you are the persistence of cliff
You are the loneliness of looking up at the moon night after the sword edge
You are the calm of dripping water, you are the soft of falling flowers
You are the flesh and blood that praises the world but mourns for the sunset
Who is waiting for the boiling soul to fade the landscape
To save the world
Who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one who's the one
Only for the sake of the world
The world in mind
It's against nature to kill the enemy town with blood
What can I do if I sigh the elegy but not cut it into regret
I'm afraid that the years will pass, and I will only comment on it with my faith
You are the roar of sandstorm, you are the persistence of cliff
You are the loneliness of looking up at the moon night after the sword edge
You are the calm of dripping water, you are the soft of falling flowers
But I mourn for your sunset
You are the roar of sandstorm, you are the persistence of cliff
You are the loneliness of looking up at the moon night after the sword edge
You are the calm of dripping water, you are the soft of falling flowers
You are the flesh and blood that praises the world but mourns for the sunset
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