A flower's life is fleeting
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Its petals will fall tonight
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Its destiny is to bring color to the era
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We are players bound by restrictions
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What should the next move be?
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The future only becomes more warped as I struggle
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It will surely shine vividly
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That's the mechanism of life, isn't it?
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I'm not an ornament; this isn't a game
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Beyond defeat there is only destruction
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My tears dried up completely at some point as I stood atop the sacrifices
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And so I stand on this small stage as a puppet
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And dance beautifully when they pull my strings
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I've decided that someday I'll break out of this dilemma
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I've hidden my trump card
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Countless sorrows on my shoulders
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I will pretend not to hear
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Even if my body screamed out
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And I became unable to move
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I couldn't just give up
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This isn't a game, I'm definitely not playing
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I'll tear the future open with my own hands
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There's value in the challenge of this game in which we bet our lives
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I won't be satisfied by guests
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With good manners and inquisitive expressions
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The pre-established harmony is over
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When you're caught off-guard, I'll show you how serious I am
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Even if my day-to-day life is pointless
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That's the mechanism of life, isn't it?
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I'm not an ornament; this isn't a game
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Beyond defeat there is only destruction
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My tears dried up completely at some point as I stood atop the sacrifices
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And so I stand on this small stage as a puppet
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And dance beautifully when they pull my strings
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I've decided that someday I'll break out of this dilemma
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I've hidden my trump card
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