Saigo No Bansam
Weiß Kreuz
The Last Supper
The candle is the moonlight
A knife on the dining table
Soaked in hatred
A dress of sadness
Disturbing the silence
A wine of despair
In the grand time's extravagance
A cracked glass
Without singing any opera
Tonight the stage will end
Without portraying any illusions
Tonight the world will end
People keep lying about love
Continuing to shed tears without noticing
Lined up on the table
Cruel desserts
Filled with offerings
Tears of disdain
Beautiful plates
Shattered without reason
Bound somewhere
Temporary freedom
Without fulfilling any research
Surely history will change
Without hearing any lines
Surely the curtain will close
People keep dreaming of something
Continuing to indulge
Even though morning never comes
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