The myth becomes a reality...,
When the most important matter is personality.
The balance is a must
When you learning to trust
When you are running so fast
To erasing your past
To avoiding the number of last
Try to make a grasp
Just to reach the ballast.
Dance with me, my dear!
Let me ease your fallen tears.
There's nothing or something to fear
Because everything is so clear.
Reach my hand....reach my hand......reach my hand
Reach my hand....I'll be your truthful man.
I'm the one who would not run...
I won’t run until the hell burns the sun...
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