(In the darkness outside the window,)
(there's an indescribable haze.)
(The shadows on the wall... plain... no longer there.)
The expression on the face... cruel... without hope.
The fierce wind brushes past. Of you and me, who is corrupt?
Begging the devil... The pride from vanity...
The black contract is like the dangers hiding under the tranquil moonlight.
Woh~
I caress your sorrow coldy.
Woh~
There's only exchange. There's no love.
Woh~
There's only exchange. There's no love.

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