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Maybe the last moment has come.

I didn't leave a will

Just leave the pen to my mother.

I am not a hero.

In an era without heroes,

I just want to be a person.

Quiet horizon

Separate the living from the dead.

I can only choose the sky.

Never kneel on the ground.

To show the height of the executioner.

Stop the wind of freedom

From the bullet holes in the stars

Will shed blood-red dawn

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