Trial!
Sudden burial! !
Grave is one,
And crying is been long...
A shock stop;
From the top.
None can deny the order.
None can defile the order.
The colours don't matter again,
The parties don't gather again...
All must bear the pain,
To save the dying world.
Going by a dark hole,
Not knowing?
Nevertheless going'
Slowly into trial! ! !
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