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Lucky was the girl considered,
Whom I loved the most...
Betrayal was my life,
As the girl broke my heart and was lost...

I knocked down the world,
For you I simply left my soul...
You had the key to my heart,
Giving up was my last role...

The girl wrestled my life,
With the dawn of the trinity...
Bubbled up the sacredness,
And ruined my soul’s purity...

Like a hawk of dawn,
Came to me that heart-eater...
The one whom I thought would be a cupid,
Worked like an ugly separator...