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                                            The silhouette ahead has warped to the extent that it recedes as soon as my hand reaches out to it
                                            In the silence left behind by the shower, my chilled heart is disturbed every time I breathe
                                            
                                            Straining my eyes is still not enough; I can no longer comprehend with my five senses
                                            And I agonize over the very moment when my feeble complaints are replaced
                                            Before I can exceed even the limits of what I pictured about the world that exceeded my imagination
                                            I have to face expectations that have grown to the point of hopelessness
                                            
                                            Yes, no matter how much I scream about the dreams I constantly depicted and the feelings I lost
                                            They can never reach out to anybody
                                            The hazy, towering skyscraper opposite of the afterimage
                                            Is riddled with scars; but I still go ahead from its foot
                                            
                                            I want to prove it, about the impulse released by cutting through the sky
                                            The expectations I bear are already weighing on me mercilessly
                                            There is no turning back even if I have regrets; by now even such a seemingly debilitating pain
                                            Can be transformed completely into strength
                                            The answer was always in these hands
                                            
                                            
                                            [Full Version]
                                            
                                            The silhouette ahead has warped to the extent that it recedes as soon as my hand reaches out to it
                                            In the silence left behind by the shower, my chilled heart is disturbed every time I breathe
                                            
                                            The contrast that became zero remains incomprehensible even as it vanished
                                            Reflected in my eyes are completely chilled skins and innumerable halations
                                            Before I can exceed even the limits of what I pictured about the world that exceeded my imagination
                                            I have to face expectations that have grown to the point of hopelessness
                                            
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                                            Yes, no matter how much I scream about the dreams I constantly depicted and the feelings I lost
                                            They can never reach out to anybody
                                            The hazy, towering skyscraper opposite of the afterimage is riddled with scars
                                            But I still Go a head from its foot
                                            
                                            It is only but a short way until that scene
                                            Yet one repeatedly goes back and forth like it's Just a game
                                            Facing a desperate situation with no escape before one's barely blinking eyes
                                            Can the Black Blast Lady still blow away? 
                                            Treat each other as strangers, since there's only vile words lining up anyway
                                            Come, let's resonate and go BANG BANG BANG
                                            
                                            Straining my eyes is still not enough; I can no longer comprehend with my five senses
                                            And I agonize over the very moment when my feeble complaints are replaced
                                            So too, are my tears, which are continuously created with the assembled fragments from my hollowed-out inner heart
                                            
                                            Yes, no matter how much I scream about the proof regarding that voice I lost
                                            They can never reach out to anybody
                                            If the wounds of my worn out feelings, caused by scratches, bites and cuts, are reproduced
                                            They will be the answer
                                            
                                            Even if one cannot see, one can still follow the direction of that voice
                                            Even if one is hesitating, one can still make a way
                                            Take my hand, as you can still walk, right? I am willing to put up my life for my dearest
                                            
                                            Yes, no matter how much I scream about the proof regarding that voice I lost
                                            They can never reach out to anybody
                                            If the wounds of my worn out feelings, caused by scratches, bites and cuts, are reproduced
                                            Revive
                                            
                                            I want to prove it, about the impulse released by cutting through the sky
                                            The expectations I bear are already weighing on me mercilessly
                                            There is no turning back even if I have regrets; by now even such a seemingly debilitating pain
                                            Can be transformed completely into strength
                                            The answer was always in these hands