Despair is a sweet trap, a closed door,
Since the heart is a battlefield, it spares no one,
With their clockwork hearts being manipulated by fate,
The tin soldier begin the slaughter,
The rocking cradle that never witnessed love,
Burns out in the sleeping forest,
Even if the joy of coexisting disappears..far away,
Believe in tenderness..forgive everything,
In order to love, we must able to share with and understand each other..
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