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A group of bloodthirsty ants
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attracted by the carrion
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I show no expression
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watching the lonely scenery
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Losing you, love and hate become clear
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Losing you, what else need to care about
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When doves no longer symbolize peace
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I am finally reminded that the birds
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being fed in the square are vultures
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I use beautiful rhymes to describe
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the love that has been plundered empty
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Ah, dark clouds begin to obscure
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the night is not clean
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In the park
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echoes of the funeral fly through the sky
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The white roses I sent you
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wither in the pure black environment
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The crows on the branches are eerily quiet
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Quietly listening
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my black coat wants to warm you
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Memories gradually turning cold
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the lives we've passed through
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Ah, mist pervades around
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in the open cemetery
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I'll love you even after growing old
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Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
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commemorating my deceased love
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The sound like the night wind
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is beautifully heartbreaking
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My hands lightly tapping on the keyboard
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I give my thoughts with great care
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The place where you're burried
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is called underworld
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Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
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commemorating my deceased love
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And I hiding my name
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and burying my identity for you
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playing the piano under the moonlight
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The sensitivity to your heartbeat
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still feels so warm and close
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Missing the red imprint of your lips
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Those dragonflies with broken wings
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scattered in this forest
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And my eyes
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show no sympathy at all
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Losing you, tears blur without clarity
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Losing you, even my smiles are shadowed
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The wind on the moss-covered roof
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Mocks my heartache
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like a well without water
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I depict that irremediable love
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with a font of sorrow
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Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
-
commemorating my deceased love
-
The sound like the night wind
-
is beautifully heartbreaking
-
My hands lightly tapping on the keyboard
-
I give my thoughts with great care
-
The place where you burried
-
is called underworld
-
Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
-
commemorating my deceased love
-
And I hiding my name
-
and burying my identity for you
-
playing the paino under the moonlight
-
The sensitivity to your heartbeat
-
still feels so warm and close
-
Missing the red imprint of your lips
-
A group of bloodthirsty ants
-
attracted by the carrion
-
I show no expression
-
watching the lonely scenery
-
Losing you, love and hate become clear
-
Losing you, what else need to care about
-
When doves no longer symbolize peace
-
I am finally reminded that the birds
-
being fed in the square are vultures
-
I use beautiful rhymes to describe
-
the love that has been plundered empty
