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Ai (Originally written in Japanese)

The thing called love disappears,

When it becomes a solid.

Prick me with the poison thorn of love,

Not loved and unable to love.

Writhing in agony,

Aren't you ashamed to be so indecent?

You'll never be the same again,

But pour the sweet saliva.

Be a flower, be a butterfly,

Prick me with the poison thorn.

The sinful time,

Can't destroy the hour glass.

The dream of primary colours spread out,

The balance lost.

The sinful feelings,

Can't destroy the hour glass.

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