...faintly, endlessly, echoing

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"...I lock myself up, unable to even atone
I can't do anything but pray...my sadness is not cured

I tore off a single damp petal from a hydrangea
It floats in a puddle, and I remember you

In the evening just after the rain, I faintly heard the far off whistel of a ship
For some reason, it made me sad

If I can't be forgiven, then everything can disappear
The sadness and the pain, to the world that doesn't need anything..."


[^{This is the interpretation of Tyme, by far one of my most deeply emotional, cogent, and passionate characters.. The above exerpt is so raw and expresses something so personal that I feel Tyme could really relate to. Please enjoy.}]


Lyrics by Gackt - Birdcage
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