Tears, my tears fall in droplets, and a rotted moon has risen
Tears, my tears convey everything, and not one thing can escape from those feelings
Tears, my tears spill in droplets, and the night fog nestles close to the moon
Tears, my tears illuminate my footsteps, and I get the feeling I can get close to you
Namida
Bakumatsu
Saturday. Aug 28, 2010. 01:15 A.M
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