The desire of pain,
my old friend,
He's always there,
Even if everything seems happy.

The desire of blood,
It shows that you're still alive,
You don't want to do this,
But it's the soul's suffering.

The desire of rain,
While others have their umbrellas,
Are you going on,
cause he covers the tears.

The desire for darkness,
You're alone,
You're alone, with yourself.

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