No place to go... in the beginning of chaos
I pray to God... kneeling
No way to fly... a lily's innocence
Sir can't you see?... captured
Like an incomplete butterfly held down by gravity
Like the unhealing wound given as punishment by God
I became dirty
in this ugly world
I hate myself most
Destroy me with pity
Just like the incomplete moon, my discouraged blue heart
Mary of the day appeared in the darkness of this room
I became dirty
in this ugly world
I hate myself most
Destroy me with pity
I cannot stop this spoiling heart
Love the broken me with pity
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