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Sanctuary ：
英作詞/100スレ613 ：
100_613
That hill was always gentle.
Small birds sang till they died.
I waited forever,forever...
By days few for a bloody end.
Nothing begins even if I grieve.
Nothing changes even if I yell.
I crouched down and cried.
And I had a sword.
The sacred war will bring us happiness.
We will be blessed by all means by God.
The sorrow will turn into joy entirely.
These both hands are stained.