Wistrit
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Once again, I lost the last vestiges of my will.
A lifeless gaze, I don't care about anything.
At the crossroads of the universe,
The sweetness of milk is not eternal.
A lifeless gaze, I don't care about anything.
At the crossroads of the universe,
The sweetness of milk is not eternal.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made