Just like sword near my throat I feel love to you.
And even snow is falling up in April.
Orion's belt and millions of eyes
Are staring with love on quiet us.
Sacred is hiding in speechlessness,
In peace without lust, in most secret note.
We are warriors of light in this age's darkness.
To dissolve in light is aim of human.
But we are scared to lose ourselves,
Not able to understand abyss of passion.
And what is not understandable is enemy-
Waves, red flag.
Listen, please! There are pearls on the bottom,
Not discovered yet!
This gentle ocean of rays is tamer of swords.
Though... our connection is unbreakable,
Because I am your Rati.
Sword
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