This is the sad song
of those who've had* and lost.
of those who find no meaning
in the word tomorrow
of those who live and die in regret.
Do not seek any comfort in our words
for our souls die a little every day.
Do not smile, for there will be no answer.
even beauty comes along with pain.
This is our song. we forgot the taste of food,
and the feeling of warm breeze,
but we sing.
From the bottom of our souls,
this sad song flourishes
and fills the air with a sour scent.
The rest can feel it,
but they'll never understand.
Oh, to have had* and lost.
*the most precious gift in my case.
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