Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. 美容休符時. 日のために我々は、我々が呼吸する空気を恐れる. 詩パーフェクト事.
... We're here, only to replace the air. On nights where the city lights shine so beautifully. It's a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each are corresponding
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