How sad I am!

The original fragrance of the spring petals has fallen

Tune down

withered my innocence, my beginning

Oh! I couldn't get it

There is no trace there

How happy I am!

The autumn leaves are scorched and falling

Drifted down

Drifted down my wickedness, my hypocrisy

Scold! I don't go to sweep

There is no trace there

In this good and evil

Beauty and ugliness in the experience

I'm completely done

It's over

I'm the Terminator.

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