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Can't empathize the sorrow of love 

I cry for the miss of justice

Feeling weak and powerless

I wish for the dominance of the weaklings 

Why the sun always outsmart the moon? 

We are all looking for saved 

Chin down and I pray for my deity 

The knee so weak 

That I buckle to the floor 

But 'gain and 'gain 

Nothing.

So...

I stand up for my own belief 

Deity she so far she can't reach 

And the prince is in the busket 

Then I break the curse myself 

Climbing out the tower of hate 

Of blindness of weaklings 

I'm free 

now 

And the moon dawn on me 

Time to fight.