I wonder why I didn't kill you that night, in that graveyard. Your sad silver eyes stared into the face of a mad clown. That mad face, frozen in an eternal smile. Surely, since that man died, I would not again remember the precious new love he found. The unwavering new beauty that filled my cold pitiful heart with warmth, the bitter joys of new experiences...

The falling of new snow.

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The mad puppet's dance that won't end.

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You continue to drive me with those false promises

The promise of "together"

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I hear you

I hear your false promise, and I break

In weakness, I walk foward, spreading darkness

Because surely , if I continue walking...

We will meet again.

Brother