刀鈍九

To the days we love
To the time we treasure
Drink up this golden cup
Of wine and listen to the cheers

For thy life left behind
For thy passion might wither
Seize the day we are ally
Till cruel destiny aparts us ever

With thee may all joy be
With thee may no sighs gather
Plant our graveyard with seeds
Of Nirvana as a witness to the mocks at the Reaper

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