You naive devil.
You let life pass away, leaving behind the most beautiful in the world, forever sealed. Don't let girls lose their virginity, kindness and beauty in the hands of time. Don't let gossip, filth, and copper stench defile it.
You naive devil.
You have lost your love, you have lost the tremor of your soul. Set out to experience mountains, crowds, wilderness, hatred and death, to find the smell that has dissipated and cannot remain. But you can't get it back. What you have created is not your love and being loved, but the smell that brings the world back into another fleeting dream in a nightmare. Yet they both call that fleeting dream, love. When you wake up, forget it. Damn world.
Then you choose to disappear.
You naive devil.
Just as you choose to come.
So easy, so hard.
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