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Today I Have So Much To Do: I Must Kill Memory Once And For All, I Must Turn My Soul To Stone, I Must Learn To Live Again. Unless ... Summer's Ardent Rustling Is Like A Festival Outside My Window.

If I Can't Have Love, If I Can't Find Peace, / Give Me A Bitter Glory.

Rising From The Past, My Shadow Is Running In Silence To Meet Me.

You Do Not Know Just What You've Been Forgiven.

Let Whoever Wants To, Relax In The South, And Bask In The Garden Of Paradise. Here Is The Essence Of North—and It's Autumn I've Chosen As This Year's Friend.