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I've been thinking for a few hours,

About the movie I watched,

Were the streets gray or did they lie to me?

Men dressed as indomitable knights,

Women dressed as shrewd queens...

They came 500 years ago,

And I'm troubled by the truth in my imagination,

People come and go,

They are born and die in a short time,

Is 100 necessary to immortalize moments?

What's more valuable, flesh or redemption?

I want to appeal to the Lady for my redemption,

My time here is so short, it's time to go... oh oh oh