How are you, did something happen?
Just by seeing your face, I can instantly figure it out
Clairvoyance, clairvoyance? Nothing absurd about it
Boredom girl, do you want to be blessed?
Decisions are made from continuous deliberation
The dancing streets sustain Venus
Crying because of words that seem to mean nothing
Look, we're moderately dramatic enough as small superstars
Tracing the Orion in this deep night
I want to connect, I want to separate; in the end, it's all halfhearted
If, if the unprecedented words that wish for a new future
could be spun together, time will stop
Even though it shouldn't end here
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