When the forest dies
colorful stars shall remain above it.
Wherever you go, with yourself you'll only carry
your bitter heart.
The cold wind of soul, don't be ashamed of me
there is no such thing as a soul;
or a law or honor,
only the naked body remains powerful over pain.
Everything I've ever loved
died screaming my name
while I stood helpless.
Lose your clothes.
In this entire starry night
the only thing that remains happy over the pain
is in your naked body.
Sadness allows us to do everything.
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