Mirror Tone The lyrics of Twins Puppet Martyrdom .

Just follow a cold outline.

In the hazy color flow disappears.

Colors and shadows disappear long.

Just go day by day he rots.

So far, for the sunshine.

No contact.

Even in the pursuit of color.

What will eventually drown.

I think that day.

Disappear for fear of being blinded.

Continue not even in the dark and fear.

Even for a moment, I regretted it.

I can't match this day, I have no memory of this day, I'm dead.

Also distorted contour trace.

Dressed as a puppet when last seen.

The only bright voice cries.

The colors and smooth fading of the last day.

handle, reduce air forever.

Head to the white slippery sand.

Pain or disappear at some point.

With the day 2 ...

Disappear for fear of being blinded.

Don't worry about the color not melting.

At that moment, it was also a shame.

Erase your smile.

echoing the sound (screaming) of the rain.

White's voice kept changing.

Voices (voices), laughter.

Your testimony of resting (crying).

There are also invisible consequences.

The file should (out) the eyes of the octopus --- the puppet.

The yarn doll is breaking the yarn.

Blind fear is disappearing.

It's a pity that it's not the same as you.

One last time, at least.

Can't hug you.

We will not regret the sunshine of the past day.

Just as if you were alive.

Kimi looks for loneliness.

I can't even shoot.

This day is a no-go acceptance.

The puppet days have just disappeared and decayed.

The decision was not without regret to erase.

The sky closes with its hands outstretched.

Go to disappear He Shu any promises.

It's a slumbering melt race.

Disappear, disappear.

Pull-down shutdown. Disappear for fear of being blinded.

Continue not even in the dark and fear.

You just disappear.

Struggle against fear.

That's all for ...

Chinese: The body of exploration has only the remnants of cold.

The hazy colors that floated faded away.

The sun was gone, in the distance.

Day after day slowly decaying figure.

It's still like the sunshine that is still beautiful.

Even if Shen hands out, he can't touch it.

Even if you chase the fading color.

I don't know when it will be erased.

Just like me that day.

The fear of certain things in a blind person is about to be extinguished.

No longer be afraid of this constant darkness.

If there is something to regret now.

I just couldn't be with you.

The memory of the Day of the Dead is also gone today.

The figure of the exploration wanders crookedly.

The last thing you see when you become a puppet.

Only the sound of crying is still distinct.

Fading colors and flowing out of the past.

The only way to grab it is to cross the sky.

Slide down like sand on a white wall.

When will this pain be gone?

Like the two of them that day.

There are things that the blind no longer fear.

No longer afraid of fading colors.

The only thing to regret now is.

Your smiling face will never be seen again.

Three days of rain around the beam.

When will it turn into a miserable white sound.

Echoing laughter.

It's proof of your (weeping) that you're on the way to collapse.

As a result, I didn't see anything.

Only the eyes of the looming puppet.

The line manipulating the puppet is broken.

There are things that the blind no longer fear.

The things that you are unwilling to do are different from you.

At least that last moment.

None of them have been able to hug you tightly.

I am no longer obsessed with the bright days of the past.

If you are still alive.

Even go to find you who are easy to lose.

And then caress you, you can't do it.

The blind man accepts something to shout about that day.

Just in the days when they became puppets and gradually decayed.

Regret and obsession are not gone.

Shin's hands just crossed the sky.

The color fades slowly.

The promise of the past, too.

It also dissolves into false sleep.

Disappear and disappear again.

Water droplets fall slowly.

The fear of certain things in a blind person is about to be extinguished.

No longer be afraid of this constant darkness.

It's the only thing left in my heart.

Only yours are gone.

It makes me scared and resist.

Forget about it all.

No, Zheng Yan is called Apple Cong, what day, the amount of the day, according to the Russian day.

Feng knew that the singer's residual heat was not as good as the land and returned to the defendant and was like a song like him.

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Chinese: The body of exploration has only the remnants of cold.

The hazy colors that floated faded away.

The sun was gone, in the distance.

Day after day slowly decaying figure.

It's still like the sunshine that is still beautiful.

Even if Shen hands out, he can't touch it.

Even if you go to the crook of the shirt to chase the fading color.

I don't know when it will be erased.

Just like me that day.

The fear of certain things in a blind person is about to be extinguished.

No longer be afraid of this constant darkness.

If there is something to regret now.

I just couldn't be with you.

The memory of the Day of the Dead is no longer there today.

The figure of the exploration wanders crookedly.

The last thing you see when you become a puppet.

Only the sound of crying is still distinct.

Fading colors and flowing out of the past.

The only way to grab it is to cross the sky.

Slide down like sand on a white wall.

When will this pain be gone?

Like the two of them that day.

There are things that the blind no longer fear.

No longer afraid of fading colors.

The only thing to regret now is.

Your smiling face will never be seen again.

Three days of rain around the beam.

When will it turn into a miserable white sound.

Echoing laughter.

It's proof of your (weeping) that you're on the way to collapse.

As a result, I didn't see anything.

Only the eyes of the looming puppet.

The line manipulating the puppet is broken.

There are things that the blind no longer fear.

The things that you are unwilling to do are different from you.

At least maybe back to the last moment.

None of them have been able to hug you tightly.

I am no longer obsessed with the bright days of the past.

If you are still alive.

Even go to find you who are easy to lose.

And then caress you can't do it.

The day when a blind person accepts something.

Just in the days when they became puppets and gradually decayed.

Regret and obsession are not gone.

Shin's hands just crossed the sky.

The color fades slowly.

The former trouble-based agreement also.

It also dissolves into false sleep.

Disappear and disappear again.

Water droplets fall slowly.

The fear of certain things in a blind person is about to be extinguished.

No longer be afraid of this constant darkness.

It's the only thing left in my heart.

Only yours are gone.

Makes me afraid.

Constant rebellion. Forget about it all.