Day 125

Mood: Still tired

Mauve Colored Symphony

I admire, Ah, that howling moon high up in the deep, mauve-colored night
Their souls that I smell in the smashed and scattered debris, So, are shouting

 Two destinies live in darkness
 When my hand and my arm
resonate with each other, now shake up! shake up!

The soul style of a wavelength that accelerates in macro
To protect you to the end I can become strong
Peace and justice are Death of (the) rule
The red spray is a noble blade

When a bond is born, wishes will be granted; fight out! fight out!

I ruffle my robe in the wind and tonight, Im dashing again, Ah, I wont lose
Cmon, lets go without waiting; when I dance in midair its Exciting, So, I feel it

Two destinies that aspire together
If your eyes and your eyes
Could believe in each other, shake up! shake up!

An invincible cool scythe leaps to the mast
 Here courage will awaken
The goddess of victory is death or life
 A blade where a black rush of blood boils
When a bond is born, it connects to sympathy, fight out! fight out!

Two destinies that share tears

When my hand and my arm
Turn into dreams, now shake up! shake up!

The soul style of a wavelength that accelerates in macro
To protect you to the end I can become strong
 Peace and justice are Death of (the) rule
The red spray is a noble blade
 When a bond is born, wishes will be granted; fight out! fight out!